Hello. My name is Mike Schmidt, and I used to work here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria as a night guard. Now I work here as one of the many animatronics that inhabit this place. I use the word "work" loosely in this case, since I don't get paid and I can't leave. I would have left a long time ago, just gotten my paycheck as a security guard and left, but that would have been just too easy for this place to let me get away with.

First off, let me tell you that any rumors you may have heard about this place are absolutely true. Several people have gone here at night never to come back again. Both kids and adults have all fallen victim to this wretched place. But the one thing that people don't know is that the people who disappear here aren't dead, or at least not all of them are. They end up here, in the basement, among the piles of other animatronics that litter the floor, filled with the living and dead alike. Most of them are dead, from having a wire or servo or some other electronic part jammed through their head or body, but there are a few lucky, or unlucky, people who make it, whether it be from an empty suit or just pure resilience. I am one of those few people who made it. And for years I have wished that I hadn't been.

I've been here for, oh, maybe five or six years? I really can't remember. All that I know is that I've hated every second of it. Most of it is just the sheer boredom. The animatronics rotate on who gets the shift for the day, so most of my time is spent locked in the basement doing not much of anything. The only thing there really is to do down here is eat pizza, but there comes a point when you can hardly look at the stuff anymore without wanting to vomit. But the boredom is nothing compared to when it's my turn for the day as the lead 'bot. Most of the time, I can control my own actions. Sure, the suit is heavy, but I've gotten used to carrying it around all the time. But when I'm up to entertain the kids, the servos and wires and all the other mechanical stuff inside of the suit comes to life, and once that gets going, there's pretty much no way of stopping it. I have to live out an entire day with no control over my body whatsoever, and that can get pretty hard sometimes. I haven't killed any other security guards yet, but from personal experience I know it could happen. And if it ever does, I don't think that I can be held responsible for anything I do the next day.

Now, I don't expect anyone will ever read this. I gave up hope of contact with another human outside of this restaurant long ago. But I think if someone finds this, years from now, maybe they'll be able to drag my body out of this suit and give me a proper burial. Because let's face it:

I'm going to die in here.