Disclaimer: I do not own "Five Nights at Freddy's" or its characters. Ha. I wish…

A/N: Hey there :)

Just here to explain a few things…

This is the first installment of what will be a series of FanFictions which include my theories regarding the story behind the "Five Nights at Freddy's" games and interpretations of the characters. There will be a couple of OCs in this series, but the main focus will be on the canon characters.

It's an AU, taking in consideration some things I am going to write later on… But it is not Camie's or Rebornica's AU. There may be some similarities (it is hard to come up with a completely original theory without it being very different from cannon nowadays...), but as the story progresses the differences will become more obvious.

And finally, this first part of the "A Golden Opportunity" series takes place in 1992. Yes, there was no such thing as tablets in 1992 (there were barely cell phones back then…), but since this is an alternate universe, just imagine that, in this world, such technology is available at that year, though only by companies and not for personal use. So, it's like the year is 1992, but the technology level is 2002-ish :3

Now, on to the story!]

So that was it, huh?

The end of the line.

Nowhere to run and certainly no place where he could hide.

5% power. 4 A.M.

He might as well leave the door open. What was the point? The power was going to run out soon and they'd be barging in anyway. Well, not barging in… only the fox did that. The bear, in particular, – that jerk – liked to take his sweet time. As if he was mocking him. Playing that obnoxious cheerful music while his lights flickered in the darkness; as if he needed to make himself creepier!

So far, he had been able to avoid getting his office invaded by any "hostile" presences – physical ones, at least… - but that was obviously about to change. It seemed they were tired of their little game of "hide and seek" and decided to go all out.

He could feel it. His time was, quite literally, running out. He was going to end up stuffed into a suit, never to find out what was actually going on in that god-forsaken place. For the outside world, he would just be another "missing person". All evidence of his death would be disposed off, and they would just hire another unlucky bastard to replace him, who would probably end up in the exact same situation he was finding himself in right now. Like some sort of twisted cycle.

Strangely enough, he wasn't very upset about his predicament. More than anything, he was disappointed. He thought for sure that he would survive longer than this. He had a strategy and everything, and that for him was quite impressive. If there was one thing he regretted though, was leaving her alone. Not that it was his choice to die, but he still couldn't help but think that maybe he could have done something more to prevent it. Something to make sure he would return that night. Return to her. All he could do now was hope that she wouldn't think that he ditched her and ran off with some other girl.

A loud noise alerted him that the power had run out. The office was engulfed in darkness. The fan stopped working, and it only took the night guard a few seconds to realize how hot it was in that office without it. You gotta be thankful for the little things…

The night guard spun on his chair until he was facing the left door. He knew that he was coming. Nothing he could do to stop him this time. There was more than one hour until 6 A.M. No lucky breaks. It was over.

Right on cue, the "Toreador March" started playing. A pair of familiar glowing eyes and teeth flickered on and off at the door, looming down on the night guard.

Mike smiled.

"Hey Freddy. Took you long enough."