Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, which belongs to Scott Cawthon, or 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', the song used in this chapter (I know it's strange to disclaim something like that, but I'm paranoid).

Warning: The following story is not recommended for those who dislike FNAF x OCs, and human versions of animatronics regardless of whether there's a reason for them being able to do so. This story will also consist of more spiritual and supernatural elements compared to the original game.

This is my own take as to what is happening in FNAF 1 to 4, so please understand that I am going to ignore any new information from Sister Location or The Silver Eyes, because I've already finished writing the entire plot (not the story) ever since November 2015. This fan fiction is based on the assumption that seven kids died in FNAF. (Purple Guys' first victim, Crying Child, and the five missing kids.)

This is my first fan fiction ever, and I'm just a novice writer, so please do review if possible so that I can improve my writing. It will be greatly appreciated. :)

With that, enjoy the story.

EDIT: I actually did a scan-through of this chapter and I realised how dry this chapter is. :( But do stay put, because I can guarantee you that things get much more interesting after this chapter!

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. This place is said to be haunted yet behind this place is a sad, tragic tale that no one knew about...

Seven animatronics: Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate, Golden Freddy, the Marionette and Lala the Diva. These seven friends have been bounded together by the same past, and are seeking revenge against their captor who has left them trapped here. Will they ever be free, or will they be stuck here forever?

Chapter 1

1st Night: 12:00 AM

Donning on the smart, blue security guard uniform and hat, a blue-eyed brunette with a small low ponytail walked towards the office. His golden security badge glinted in the faint light of the dark pizzeria, while the name 'Mike Schmidt' was printed onto his name badge.

Mike, who was 20-years-old, was jailed for two years for committing robbery before he was recently released. Now deciding to start his life anew, Mike wanted to get a job to support himself, but no one would want to hire an ex-convict who was just released, would they?

Subconsciously, Mike lifted a hand to touch the scar on his left cheek: A painful reminder of the hardships that he went through in prison, which had also tanned his skin from pale pink to light brown. Mike chuckled bitterly as he remembered the beatings he got from the other convicts; There were a lot more scars and bruises on his body that were concealed by his uniform.

Interestingly enough, of all places, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a kids' restaurant, had decided to allow him to work as the night guard. Of course, Mike was eager to start his job because he would finally be able to make an honest living to support himself.

Stepping into the office, the first thing Mike saw was the dim setting of the office thanks to the light which looked like it could go out any moment.

There was a Freddy Fazbear's Band poster on the wall along with many kids' drawings. In the room sat a few electronic monitoring devices on the desk, a fan, a telephone and a strange cupcake with eyes on top of one of the monitors. A camera tablet sat on the desk.

Mike sat at the office chair in front of the desk and the telephone started to ring. Curious, he answered it.

A male's voice came echoing out of the receiver. "Um, hello! Hello! Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um... I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about. Uh... you'll do fine! So let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?"

"Uh, thanks?" Mike replied, listening on.

The guy in the phone continued with his greeting, "Uh, first, there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Um... It's kind of a legal thing, you know.

Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within ninety days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'"

"... Death?" Mike raised an eyebrow, wondering about that strangely suspicious greeting from the company. "Bleached? Replaced?!"

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know," the Phone Guy (which was the nickname Mike decided to give him) added, to which Mike nodded his head to. "But there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronics do get a bit quirky at night..."

"Quirky?" Mike was starting to feel a sense of dread, as if a ball of ice had just been planted into his stomach.

"... But do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years, and I never had a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and you need to show them a little respect.

Okay, so just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit."

"Th... These things come to life...?!" Mike whispered in a freaked out tone as he picked up the tablet and checked the cameras before he reeled back in horror.

The animatronics were staring at the camera, into his face. They had moved.

He slowly stood up and walked away from the tablet, terrified by the scene on it. Were they supposed to be moving by themselves?

"Uh, they're left in some kind of free-roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos getting locked up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be able to walk around during the day too. But then there was the Bite of '87... Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

Mike grabbed his own flashlight that he had brought over to the pizzeria and looked out of the right door. No sign of any animatronics yet...He should be fine for the night.

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the real risk to you as a night watchman, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognise you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

"... What?" He raised an eyebrow, the ball of ice growing even bigger in his stomach.

"Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."

A chill filled the air as his eyes widened, the atmospheric sounds starting to sound scarier and creepier. Mike could only slowly get away from the telephone while staring at it.

He silently headed towards the right door as he heard heavy, metallic footsteps with the sounds of machinery and strange groaning sounds echoing across the hallway and flashed his light down before he shrieked in horror.

"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up... But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

Chica was in the hallway.

Mike quickly pressed the door button and the metal door crashed down, blocking Chica the Chicken from entering the room. He quickly turned towards the left door, and saw Bonnie the Bunny peeking from outside.

"GYAAAH!"

Mike screamed in fear as he smashed the button and slammed the door in Bonnie's face.

Flopping onto the chair, he sunk into the cushions. Sweat was tricking down his forehead, and his mind tried to process all the shocking events that happened in just a few seconds.

What had he gotten himself into?

"Good night, my ass! Everything is HORRIBLE!" Mike screeched.

His heart hammered in his chest as horrifying thoughts ran through his head. If those robotic animatronics did get to him, he'll be dead meat. This time, it would be literal though, and not like the time when he was caught for robbery two years ago.

Mike checked the lights at the doors. "Alright, no sign of Chica or Bonnie anywhere... Where did they go?"

He checked the cameras, and soon found Bonnie at Backstage and Chica in the Party Room. Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he opened both side of the doors and did his job.

"Stay calm, it's already 3 A.M., and I still have 67% battery left..." he muttered to himself.

He flipped through the cameras and soon came face-to-face with a strange creature whose face was blurred because of the static and was hiding in the curtains of what the camera had labeled as 1C: 'Pirate Cove'.

"Oh, it's Foxy the Pirate. He used to be my favourite, but if he's gonna run and try to kill me or something, I'm gonna have second thoughts, hehehe..." Mike chuckled nervously.

That was when he heard more footsteps coming from the left side of the hallway and ran over to slam the doors. Mike checked the door lights and saw Bonnie at the door through the window.

"STAY OUT!" he screamed at Bonnie, who only stared back at him with creepy maroon eyes.

After a few moments, it was finally 4 A.M. and Mike breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his sweat off. The only problem was that Bonnie and Chica were outside his doors, and he couldn't open them.

Mike switched on the cameras again to check for any movement. "Alright, Freddy's still on stage... Let's go check... Huh? 1D: 'The Musical Box'? What's that?"

Mike flipped over to the new camera which was quite close to Pirate Cove and checked through it, which showed a humanoid animatronic which stood on a platform. As the area was very dark, all he could see was a slender and feminine figure which looked like it was wearing a tutu and had a bun on its head.

"So this is where Lala the Diva resides... She's still in the same place, huh."

That was when he noticed a small button on the tablet at the corner which read, 'Activate Music Box'. Mike paused before curiosity got over him and he pressed it.

Soft, tinkling music echoed out of the speakers of the tablet as the figure started to turn slowly. A female voice started to sing a childhood lullaby that filled him with wonder and nostalgia.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are..."

Mike's eyes widened at the haunting melody. Was that the animatronic singing? That voice was quite beautiful for an animatronic... In fact, it almost sounded human.

Mike craned his neck forward as he continued to listen to the voice which seemed to come from that maintenance room.

"Up above the world so high

Like a diamond in the sky

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are..."

Mike wondered, "Lala's voice box is incredible. I remember it didn't sound so human before though... how did they managed to make it sound so... real?"

"When the blazing sun is gone

When he nothing shines upon

Then then you show your little light

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night

As your bright and tiny spark

Lights the traveller in the dark

Though I know not what you are

Twinkle, twinkle little star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder what you are..."

Captivated, Mike continued to stare at the camera for a while to listen to it sing. It wasn't long before he managed to snap out of it and looked at the time.

"5 A.M. already? Yes! ... Wait a minute, if I had been listening to her for a whole hour, does this means...?!" The realisation hit Mike and he gasped, eyes widening.

He had left both doors closed and the camera monitor on for an entire hour.

Mike flipped up his camera again and checked his battery before he shrieked and smashed the door buttons to open them. "Shit...! I only 6% battery left?! Mike Schmidt, what the hell is wrong with you?! Open the damn doors!"

However, no matter what he did, Mike could only stare helplessly as his battery went down, and down, and down...

The lights flickered out, and darkness loomed in the office. A hum filled the room. Mike could only step back as a reflex to the fear in his heart, scared of what was to come.

A chime, Toreador March, started to play from the left door, causing him to hold his breath and his eyes to widen to its maximum size when he saw the glowing blue eyes in the distance.

"No, no, no, no, NO! I'm so screwed!" Mike's mind screamed as Freddy's giant figure loomed at the doorway, slowly stepping into the security office, as if mocking him. Mike slowly stepped away from Freddy, his heart palpitating madly and cold sweat running down his face.

The chime died off and it was total darkness. Mike could only hear Freddy's footsteps echo as his back was pressed against a wall. He had been cornered.

"F-Freddy? Let's talk things out, yeah?" Mike mumbled as a nervous smile appeared on his face. "I really don't want to die, so can you PLEASE spare my life... Please?"

As stupid as he sounded when he asked Freddy that, he was actually terrified. No time in his life had he ever felt this huge ball of ice in his stomach before, with even more ice rushing through the rest of his body.

Suddenly, there was nothing, not even footsteps. Just pitch black.

Mike stood still for a moment. "... Is he going to spare me?"

Suddenly, Freddy shrieked into his face and was about to proceed with attacking. Mike screeched and accidentally slammed the back of his head into the wall in recoil. He collapsed onto the floor, now clueless to the outside world.

Meanwhile, his wristwatch beeped, signalling the arrival of 6 A.M. .