[A/N] Hello all, just wanted to say to you that I hope you enjoy my story, and also, constructive (and maybe hateful) criticism is always welcome! Also, I am hoping to place some OC's in, so submit your OC requests to me via PM. All it needs is a name, a brief personality, and that's it! And of course, if you add anything extra, I'll include that too. One last thing, please note that this is stationed from around the 21st century, so it is a little more on the side of more technology. So, let's cut this terrible banter, and let you read! [A/N]

One lifetime at Freddy's

Chapter one: The deal of a lifetime

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

Mike rolled over in bed, attempting to wait out the infernal annoyance that is the alarm.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

Mike opened his eyes to a slight squint, slowly raising himself to sit up, leaning against the headboard. "Ugh... shut it..." He groaned.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

He swung an arm around and smashed down on the clock, with little to no avail as it just kept up its deafening screeching noise.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

"Argh! Shut the HELL UP!" Mike screamed, and lobbed the alarm across the room. Much to his surprise, it still carried on.

BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP! BEEEEEP!

"Alright, alright! I'm up!" Grumbled Mike, succumbing to the cry of the alarm, and slowly slouching out of bed. "Must you be this loud...?"

He waded over to the other side of the bedroom like he had lead tied to his feet, and flicked off the alarm. The insane wailing finally ceasing.

"Ah, much better now." Mike mumbled, still half asleep. He then proceeded over to the bedside table, replacing the clock on top of it. Then he looked at the time. And to his utter dread, it was 8:30.

"Oh shit!" Mike exclaimed, exasperated at himself for being a such a fool. "I'm late!"

Mike bolted off into the bathroom, brushed his teeth as quick as lightning, and exited. Now heading straight for the wardrobe. The door creaked a little as he opened it, and he looked around for the adequate clothing.

"Aha. Here you are." Mike mentioned, talking to the clothes as if they were sentient beings. "Ah, of course. There is no such thing as a sentient object."

As soon as Mike was fully dressed, he stood and looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing some casual jeans and a dark blue T-shirt with a white skull on the chest area.

Much better, Mike thought. oh. The time! 8:40! I must go!

And so, at that, Mike whipped out of the door and charged down the street at a quick sprint, getting to the newsagents in next to no time at all.

As he walked into the newsagents, still heavily panting, he had a huge wodge of newspapers shoved into his arms, and a large newspaper trolley was pushed up to him by a woman at the counter, looking frustrated.

She spoke up with pure venom in her voice. "Mike, you are late." she spat, shooting daggers at Mike. "Get a bloody move on, you mongrel. This is your last chance. Screw this up, and you are out."

Mike nodded once, then trudged out of the door, placing the newspapers onto his trolley and walking out into the street.

"Another dawn, another dismaying job." He sighed, walking down the street to his first house.

-((-{=} One and a quarter hours later {=}-))-

"Last one. Finally..." Mike groaned, carrying two newspapers with him, having handed the trolley back and a whole lot of crap screamed at him.

Oh how much I HATE my job... But it's the only job around here, so it's my only option...

Mike posted the newspaper through the last door, and then headed back to his home, with the newspaper in his hand. He thought to read it as he walked, just to pass the time.

A job article caught his attention. It looked to be a position for a night guard.

Well... That could be useful... Seeing as I am an Ex-officer... Mike smiled inwardly at the thought of throwing the resignation paper right into his current boss Rachael Clarke's face. "Ah, the bliss..."

He read the job article and his grin broadened. He walked swiftly to his home and printed out a resignation form, and signed it with a 'MFS', meaning 'Michael Frederick Schmidt'.

He scanned it into his email, and then sent it right to his current boss, Rachael. "Take that, fucker!" Mike rejoiced, and walked up to the pizzeria we all know and love (hate)

Mike whistled in astonishment when he entered, and took a good look at the sparkling clean floors.

He read a message stating 'OPENING TIMES!' On the wall, and looked at them. They all were the same on Monday through Friday, 10:30 to 9:00. But on Saturday, it is open from 9:00 to 8:30. On a Sunday, it reads 'CLOSED'. Cool, Thought Mike. It's only Sunday.

"WELL I QUIT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS! I ALMOST DIED FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Mike heard shouting erupt from behind the door to the dining area.

Just as he was about to turn the handle of the door, when a man charged out, startling Mike, and glared at him unintentionally. "Take my advice. Leave as soon as you get the chance." He spoke with seriousness, as if he is not playing around. He stormed out of the main door, leaving it wide open. "Ooooookaaaayyy..." Mike said, weirded out by all this.

Mike stepped through the door into the dining hall, as it sparkled and shimmered. "Man... Cleaners do a ton of work here..." Mike let out a small chuckle to himself and shouted out calmly "Hello? H-hello? Anybody there?" He asked to thin air.

A big, potbellied man with a classy top hat and penguin tuxedo walked out of the manager's office, just next to the kitchen. He had dark brown hair and a huge, wide smile plastered over his face. "Ah. Come for the job I see?" He asked, politely.

"Yeah. I have. When can I get it?" Mike replied.

"Simple. Just come back here at eleven o'clock and we can talk then."

"Good. See you for now!" Mike cheerily called out to the manager who walked back into his office.

As Mike walked back home, he had the sudden thought, Wait a minute... Eleven o'clock!? Tonight? That can't seem correct at all. I will have to see for myself then. Mike then walked quickly home.

-((-{=} Mike's house, 10:00 PM {=}-))-

"Almose time to get the job. Better make sure I'm ready soon." Mike said, switching off his TV.

Mike walked upstairs to his bathroom, thinking to himself for a small while. Well... I hope that this job goes well... Manuel the reason that the manager wants me at eleven is to give me my job and let me start it instantly. That will be nice.

Mike took a little time in the bathroom showering and getting prepared, as he walked out wearing some blue denim jeans and a light green polo shirt. "I think that's good..." Mike stated, pleased with the outcome.

At 10:45, Mike picked up and put on his grey jacket and some dark yellow runnning shoes.

He left the house with little haste, walking casually to his new workplace-to-be, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and he felt very good with himself for landing a job like this.

-((-{=} Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, 10:58 PM {=}-))-

Made it in good time! Mike thought, happy that he had arrived there in time.

Mike walked in, noticing the cleaners that were polishing up, not needing to clean too much as no kids arrived today.

Mike wandered over the the manager's office and knocked 5 times, then waited. A few seconds later, the manager called "Come in!" Out to Mike.

As Mike stepped in, he noticed all of the trinkets on the shelves all over. One of a plush Freddy gang, the other of a nice toy cupcake. There were many certificates on the walls, and a desktop computer at the desk. It was an Apple computer, and a new one at that.

"So, Mr. Schmidt, is it? I have a job for you, and it doesn't require much paperwork." The manager asked, quite cheerily.

"Good. I wanted a quick job, no hassle." Mike replied, even more ecstatic than the manager.

"Only one thing." The manager turned to a much more serious face. "You must agree to these terms." "One. We take no responsibility in damage or death of any unspecified personnel within out business."

Mike nodded, not listening much thanks to the excitement of this job.

The manager carried on. "And two. No person of whom has witnessed the happenings that may arise inside this business can speak or leak any information that may have been gathered whilst observing this business, and lasts for the rest of their life."

"Yep. Okay." Mike agreed, still ignoring him.

The manager placed a guard uniform into Mike's hands, full with a flashlight, a taser, and a steel key into the building.

The manager stood up, and opened the door for Mike to leave. "There, you are done! Now just get ready, and your job starts at twelve. On a normal day, Monday to Saturday, you start at 12 am and finish at 6 am. On a Sunday, you have free time all day, as your job on Sunday is to guard this place for the whole day, so feel free to have breaks whenever."

As Mike followed the manager to the security room, he looked all over the place. The circus freaks must be behind that closed curtain. He thought, looking at a huge curtain on the main stage.

There were many lined up tables and a small stage. Something caught his eye off to the corner, where there is a starred purple curtain that seemed to have swiftly swayed closed in what seems to have been a draft. What's behind there? Mike thought, but then let it pass as he moved into the security room.

The manager looked to Mike and explained the buttons that Mike had so curiously looked at. "These buttons are simple. Door, and light." He pressed the light, and a tiny light shone through the doorway. He then pressed the door button, and it crashed down with a monumental SLAM!, shaking the room.

"WHOA!" Mike shouted in surprise as the door almost sliced his nose clean off. "Careful, you don't hate me that much to warrant my death, do you?"

The manager just chuckled and left, not saying a word as the clock struck 12 PM. "Oh! Shift's started..." Mike said, surprised.

Mike looked out of the left door, down into the hall. He thought it looked creepy at night, what with the darkness looming over all. He looked behind him, to the corner of the hall, where there were some cheery drawings and a Freddy Fazbear poster, smiling joyously.

Mike stared at the poster, and thought that it had just suddenly flickered its fur to a yellowish colour. But he figured it was just his brain messing with him.

Suddenly, Mike felt. Very tired. He looked at a tablet on the table, reading a power level, usage meter and a camera feed. He took no notice of it and sat in his chair, slowly drifting off into blackness.

When Mike woke up, it was 5:57, time for him to end his shift in 3 minutes. So he walked on over to the bathroom to fetch his clothing.

Mike had finished dressing and placed all of his clothes inside a Duffel bag that he had found. After that, he left the bathroom and exited the building as the clock turned to 6:00.

... But what he missed... Was a set of three pairs of metallic, robotic eyes staring on at him from behind the curtains...

[A/N] Well, there you have it. My first story. Not the greatest, I know... But I still have a TON more to do with it. And also, don't forget to send me those OC's. Also, I had half of my story deleted thanks to my computer crashing, and I lost about over 3,000 words. Next time I'll try better. Promise ;) [A/N]

And so, this is bigbangman99, and I'm getting the HELL outta here!