IMPORTANT MESSAGE: If you've come to read this story for romance or sexual activity, TURN BACK NOW! The only reason why I rated this T is that, regardless of what I write here, Five Nights in Anime is still a highly suggestive game. This story won't be like that, however. If it was, I'd have rated it M and the genre would be romance; not friendship.

~TheFrankMaster

Chapter one: How it all began

A 56-year-old man was sitting at his desk in his office, desperately thinking about the problem his restaurant has had from the very beginning of its existence. Said problem involved the night guards quitting their job after only one or two nights, always saying some nonsense about the iconic robots of the establishment moving on their own and trying to kill whoever was in the office. Of course that explanation made no sense, but that left the question why the guards really resigned after such little time.

The 56-year-old man, Kyle Griffiths, wasn't the first owner of Freddy's Restaurant with that particular issue: apparently, the original founders of the place had to deal with it as well, and the guards from back then, interestingly, gave the same explanations. Of course, saying that the animatronics – or anime-tronics, rather – moved around on their own out for blood wasn't exactly the most original idea, but it was still rather odd.

The place had been without a night guard for almost another two weeks now, and the manager was afraid that, sooner or later, someone would break in. Of course, one wouldn't expect that to happen to a place like this, but the risk was always present.

Mr. Griffiths jumped when his phone suddenly rang. He shook his previous thoughts out of his head before he picked up and held the object at his ear.

"Kyle Griffiths, manager of Freddy's Restaurant," a deep voice, coming from the manager's throat, said. "How may I help you?"

"Ah, y-yeah. Mr. Griffiths, I-I saw that you placed an ad in the newspaper for the nightshift?" a somewhat nervous young man replied.

"Yes," Griffiths said. "I did." He could hear the person on the other side on the phone swallow.

"Um, I-I'd like to apply for that, please, sir," he said, causing the manager to smile slightly. Though there was little hope that this boy would stay, the restaurant could use another night guard.

"Sure," he said. "How about you come over here for a job interview? You know the way?"

"Y-yes, sir, I d-do," the boy said, his voice slightly relieved. "When?"

Griffiths looked at the clock. 12:49 pm.

"Can you make it in ten minutes?" he asked.

"Y-yes, sir. M-my apartment isn't far from the restaurant. I-I'll be able to make it."

Griffiths smiled again. "Good. Also, what's your name?"

"I-it's Goodwin, sir. Douglas Goodwin."

13:00 pm

A nervous 20-year-old with dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes entered Freddy's Restaurant. When he arrived at the main area, the first things that he noticed were the famous robots on the stage, performing for their audience.

The iconic female anthropomorphic bear animatronic – which, for some reason, went by the rather masculine name Freddy – stood in the middle with a microphone in her hand. Her clothing consisted of black dress pants, a white shirt with a black dress suit over it and black shoes. Rather formal clothing.

She was accompanied by a blue bunny and a yellow chicken, both also female. The bunny – Bonnie was her name – was wearing everyday clothes: a red sweater, dark blue jeans and regular white shoes. She was holding a red V-shaped guitar.

Chica – the chicken – wore equally casual clothing: a pink T-shirt and jeans of the same color as Bonnie's.

The young man – Douglas was his name – looked at them, thinking they were rather… pretty.

When he regained his senses, he shook his head, blushing slightly. What was he doing… they were robots, for goodness' sakes.

The young man looked around, eventually finding the door to the manager's office.

Without looking at the machines a second time, he made his way to his destination, not noticing the yellow eyes from behind a purple curtain secretly observing him.

"Mr. Goodwin?" Griffiths assumed after inviting the young man to his office. Douglas, being a rather timid person who never applied for a job before, swallowed and nodded silently.

Griffiths smiled. He liked this boy already. He seemed like a great guy.

The manager held out his hand for the young man to shake. "Kyle Griffiths," he said. "I'm the manager. Now, if I recall correctly, you were here for the night guard job?"

Douglas shook the manager's hand. "Y-yes, s-s-sir," he stuttered. "I-I-I s-saw the advertisement you placed in the paper."

"So you told me," Griffiths said as he sat down on his office chair while gesturing to the chair next to the boy. "Have a seat, Mr. Goodwin."

The young man did as he was told and sat down on the chair. Griffiths took a short moment to observe the potential guard in front of him. The kid was taller than him, and had a rather thin build. His hair was a dark golden color, and his nervous-looking eyes a pure blue.

"Tell me, Mr. Goodwin…" Griffiths began. "Why do you want this job? I don't mean to deter you, but your salary won't exactly be high. Especially the first week."

Douglas nervously shifted in his seat, thinking about what to say next. He wasn't really proud of his past, and telling this man may completely blow his chance to get a job here out the window.

But he couldn't lie. That would probably just get him into even more trouble, to the point where he would eventually get fired or maybe even sued or something. Besides, if he was successful in deceiving his boss, he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror. He still had a conscience, after all.

He swallowed yet again. "W-well, sir," he began. "I-I'm a college dropout, a-and in desperate need for a job. T-the rent for m-my apartment isn't really expensive, s-so…" he trailed off.

"I see," Griffiths said. He hesitated. He had no problem with the boy being a dropout, but would he really let him go through the mental torture that apparently happened during the night here? Granted, the other guards' stories were absolute balderdash, but something did seem to have spooked them. Maybe being alone in a dark building for six hours with limited power took its toll on their minds. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing, since the camera footage would always have been mysteriously erased.

The manager came to a decision. With a smile, he stood up, with Douglas doing the same. The latter was surprised when Griffiths held out his hand again for the younger man to shake.

"Welcome to the company, Mr. Goodwin!"

Yes, the anime-tronics wear clothing. Sue me.