Chapter 1

Five Nights of Insanity Rewrite

Fore note: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, which is owned by Scott Cawthon. I only own the plot and my OC.

My car came to a screeching halt inside the parking lot for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, "a magical place for kids and grownups alike". More like hell than anything else.

I checked my watch, it reading 11:57. I was a bit later than I wanted to be, but I was stuck up on the internet trying to see what the fuss is about with this place. And, I was thinking about my interview that I had earlier. Ms. Fazbear, the owner of the place, wanted me to start tonight, and it really wasn't an interview, more of a "walk in and get the job" type of feel. Actually, that's exactly how it was. I was the only person to go into the "brand new" Fazbear's looking to be hired as the night watchmen. Guess that's another reason that I was on the internet for so long, had an uneasy feeling about this job.

I had gotten to the door, not watching where I was going, and I ran into the door. Funny, right? Maybe to you, but to me, well, it hurt like I had been stung by a bee. I grabbed my keys off of my belt that I needed to hold these pants up that are too big for me. Yea, they're part of my uniform, but it's not even brand new. Someone by the name of Fritz Smith had this suit on before me, and they were quite chubby, or I'm just getting skinnier and skinnier by the day. I unlocked the door and headed inside, the blackness consuming everything. I actually felt scared. I thought that someone would've left some kind of light on for me, but I'm in the darkness, utterly alone… Then again, that sounds like my life.

I grab my flashlight from the bag that I had hanging off of my back, it being slightly heavy since I'm bringing stuff to keep me busy. I turned it on, and was met with the one and only party room, or the Dining Room as they liked to call it. I walked on, looking for the thing that was supposed to be my office. I only got a small chance to look at it today, but with so many kids, they didn't want the risk of one following me and getting hurt. Yea, because that was the reason behind that….

I walked closer to the stage, the animatronics getting closer in my view. I always thought these things were scary, well, except Foxy. Foxy is one of the reasons why I came back to this place. That and my friends loved this place, so it was one of the areas I went to as a kid for birthday parties. Never understood the reason behind anything in this place.

Steering clear of the stage, I walked down to the end of the halls, wondering what ever happened to Foxy the Pirate. I smiled slightly, remembering the days that I was his "first matey", as he called it. I considered it a friendship that would last forever. My smile slowly disappears to the thought of me still being friends with a gigantic robotic fox. I would look crazy. Both to myself and others around me. Maybe taking this job was a bad idea in the first place.

While entering my office, I took a look at my watch, it reading 12:13. I overshot my mark, but… who cares. I sat down and, sitting in front of me, was an older looking laptop, probably used at the second location that was deemed to shut down all those years ago. I can't remember when it was first put into use, but it was back in…. 1987, I think? I could be wrong, but, like I said earlier, who cares.

I jumped slightly when the sound of the phone ringing fills the small office. I went and picked it up, saying, "Hello, but Freddy's is…" I was cut off from the guy on the other side of the phone.

"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?" I sat back, the guard before me just wants to tell me the rules behind the establishment. They're probably boring, but, I'll listen to be nice to the guard. He went through all this trouble just to do this.

"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, 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 come to life." I laugh, hearing that cheesy motto again. I start to feel happy that this guard did this. Maybe he'll tell jokes.

"'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 90 days, or as soon as property premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced…'" Wait, what the hell did he just say?! I literally fall out of my seat, my ass hitting the floor and I moan in pain, but it's shorted lived as the guy on the phone keeps talking.

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got 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 we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay." Bitch, I'm not promising anything if it's that bad to work here at night! Then it hits me, that's why nobody wanted to try and get the job. My green eyes are filled with something that I haven't felt in a long time: Fear.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh…. Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed 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?" I start to shake, bad memories that I had pushed down for years come back to the surface as the guy said 'Bite of '87'.

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk you have as a night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see after hours probably won't recognize 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 here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to… Forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. 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." I'm literally shaking by now. All of this information, and, yet, this guy's still going. One thought is pressed into my head here and now: This defiantly isn't worth $120.00 a week. Not even a $1,000,000 could get me to work back here again, now that I know this information.

"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 if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night!" The call ends there. I let out a small whine of sadness once I realize how much shit I was in. I quickly grabbed the laptop and opened it.

In the top right hand corner, I see the time and day. "2 AM on Night 1… Maybe I should just quit after tomorrow. Rather live until I am 90 years then at the age of 23." I say to myself, me running my hands through my brown hair, a habit that I never broke, due to me liking it.

In the bottom left corner, it had the power meter. I know understood why there wasn't any lights on in this place, they couldn't afford it. That didn't help with my nerves at all, though. If anything, it made them worse.

Seeing the map layout of the pizza place, I click on them all, leaving the show stage for last. Maybe this was all some sick prank and I was just being paranoid for nothing. Yea, maybe. Then again, Brendan Morgan is always paranoid.

I ran by a thing called Pirate's Cove, with purple curtains and an out of order sign sitting in the front. I shutter, thinking of what was behind those curtains was probably out to get me as well. Finally, I came to the show stage, and what I saw shocked me to the bones…

Bonnie was gone…

A/N: Hey guys, so I'm terribly sorry if this wasn't any better than the last story's first chapter, but, don't worry, it will get better. Hopefully.

So, you guys, I want to ask you of a favor. I want to know what you want to see in this story, from any song you like, FNaF or not, to an OC of yours. Yes, Snowy will still be in this story, I just don't know when he will be introduced. I will somehow work my thoughts around it and add it in. Promise.

Finally, do you want Bonnie to be a male this time around? I know, it's gonna be a bit hard trying to make him into a guy for this story, but, if you want it, sure, I'll do it.

Thanks guys for reading this, and, as always, I will see you… Next time. BYE BYE!