What I'm about to share with you may sound strange. Hell, it sounds insane, even for me, and I'm the one telling the story. but I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is the truth. I didn't take any sort of hallucinogenic drug, and I wasn't diagnosed of some sort of mental disorder until afterword. They don't believe me. The doctors all believe I'm nuts. Well I'm not! I know what I saw those nights...
Anyway, I should probably introduce myself. The name is Michael Johnson. Yeah, I know, such a bland name, but it fits my personality. Or it did. I'm legally insane now, which makes my mentality 'unstable'. Apparently my 'story' is rather intriguing. At least, according to my family. I used to tell them every time they visited that it's real, not some figment of my imagination.
I suppose if you're still listening you're as intrigued as my mother. It's funny. I've told the same story many times throughout my occupancy here, yet every time I retell it, I feel like I'm back there, and I want to just run from the memories like I ran during those nights. I bet you're asking yourself where my troubles began. Well, you might just laugh when I tell you. Ever heard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza parlor? Yeah, the place where they serve crazy expensive pizza and have singing animatronics. Like Freddy himself or Foxy...
That's where my life was changed indefinitely. It all started when I found an ad in the paper saying that Freddy's was hiring for a night watchman. Now I was a rather lazy college student who was unemployed most of his life, so a job where I got paid to just sit around and stare at monitors was right up my alley. It was supposed to be a summer job where I'd get some pocket money for the year ahead. I got the job, in case you didn't get the obvious hints. I was rather surprised that I did. I knew I wasn't the only lazy kid in this town, so how did I get so lucky? My first night was on Monday. I can't remember what date exactly. What happened my first night was rather distracting. The date was definitely not the worst of my worries.
Anyway, Monday. I was all ready for the night. I was wearing the uniform; a rather ugly one at that. I wore a simple black cap with a white button up with short sleeves, a black tie, and a pair of black formal pants. I looked pretty damn stupid, I have to admit. My brown hair was slicked back, making my small eyes look even smaller. Im a rather scary looking guy in the first place. Im by no means a skinny ass kid. I'm rather wide. Not fat, but wide. I had pretty broad shoulders, so that and the fact that I'm pretty tall intimidates quite a lot of people. I also looked like I was glaring all the time, though at the time I never got upset.
Back to what I was saying.
It was my first night, and I was greeted at the parlor by no one. I had the key, but it was still strange not to be accompanied my first night. I didn't really have any sort of training, you see. The application I turned in was taken by one of the waitress's, and my interview was done via telephone. I got the uniform in the mail. Now that I think about it, I realize that I was just so damn stupid. What sort of boss doesn't meet with you face to face?
I unlocked the employee entrance to the building and slipped inside, turning on my flashlight. They provided me with two objects minus the keys; a baton to defend myself with and a light. I couldn't legally have a gun.
I walked through the dining hall, almost falling face first because there were chairs strewn about, "That's weird..." I muttered to myself, pushing them off to the side as I made my way to the office. Didn't the employees clean up after the place is closed? I turned my light over to the left, nearly jumping out of my skin, "Holy- It's just you." It was only Bonnie. He was the purple bunny animatronic. Why he was here, in the middle of the dining hall, was beyond my comprehension. 'They must have been repairing him' I thought to myself as I opened the employee's door. Through another long hall, I reached my destination. To my disgust, the place was rather filthy. There were hamburger wrappers and empty Red Bull cans all over the monitor desk, and it smelled like a bunch of sweaty teenagers. Someone needed to shower...
As I was complaining about the smelly day watch guard in my head, I didn't notice the beeping until I heard the answering machine go off,
"hello? Hello?"
My attention was snapped back into place as I sat down in front of the monitor, listening keenly to the message,
"Uh... I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night."
I sighed in relief. So I wouldn't be doing this with no help. As I continued to listen, I figured out that this guy was the guard whose job I took over. He went over some sort of agreement policy, though it was rather eery. It included not being accountable for missing persons or death? That was a strange thing to include. I shrugged it off. Maybe it was just a policy. I sort of tuned it out until he started mentioning the animatronics,
"Uh... The animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night,"
'Quirky'?
"But do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing the same songs for twenty years..."
What? He was talking about them as if they were actual living beings. I didn't know if he was being serious or not. He was either messing with him or his brain wasn't working right.
As the man went on, I began to get more and more suspicious. I was told that the robots roamed on their own at night, and that they used to during the day. Then the bite of '87 was mentioned. Again, at the time I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about, but the fact that he mentioned a frontal lobe missing from a human body gave me a kind of idea.
Then came the part that brought chills to my spine,
"The only risk to you here is the fact that these characters, uh, they probably won't recognize you as a person... They'll most likely see you as an exoskeleton of a suit and try to shove you inside."
Okay. This is absolutely bullshit,
"That wouldn't be bad if if the suits weren't filled with crossbeams and animatronic parts, especially around the face." He kept going on about how this would kill me. Well yeah, I knew I wouldn't survive being impaled throughout my body; I wasn't that dumb, but the fact that these animatronics apparently walked around at night, trying to stuff people into them made me ask to myself, 'What sort of drugs was this guy on?'
He then suggested that Ishut doors in order to stop them from coming in and to watch the monitor constantly, but the doors couldn't stay closed or else I'd run out of power. At this point I was thinking to myself; what are these doors running on? AA batteries? Power doesn't just run out in a building, or at least it's not supposed to. Is this some sort of sick joke? The message ended and I leaned back, opening up the monitor to examine the cameras. I was finding it a bit humorous that someone would actually prank call a night guards office, but then I wondered, how, if they were pranksters, did they get this number? I was brought out of my thoughts when I saw something on the screen that made my heart skip a beat. Remember Bonnie? Well, he wasn't where I found him earlier.
He was in the hall.
Right outside the office.

I grabbed the monitor and pulled it closer to my face. I was so close to the screen that my nose was pressing against it. I could not believe my eyes. Was someone inside a Bonnie suit, trying to scare me? It would make sense if it was connected to the call from earlier. Someone was pranking me. Big time. I grabbed my baton from my belt and stood up, gripping it tightly. How did they get in? And once more, weren't the suits actually filled with wires? I knew that for a fact. Robots don't move around with nothing inside. Maybe there was an empty suit in the back and this mystery person grabbed it. Yeah! That's exactly what it was. I stepped out in the hall, yelping loudly when I ran into Bonnie,
"Okay! Enough of this! Come out of there, or else I-I will call the cops!" I tried to sound tough like security should, but my voice cracked halfway through. Even if this was a person, the fact that I was dealing with a break in on my first day (much less at all) was rather terrifying.
Despite my appearance, hurting people was not something I enjoyed one bit, but if I had to, I would end up using force.
I waited; but nothing happened,
"Hey! Did you hear me? Take the damn thing off!" I demanded, thrusting the head of the baton harshly against the bunnies torso. That got a response, but not the one I was hoping for,
"H-H-Hey now. Hitting people isn't very nice. Didn't your parents t-t-teach you manners?"
I swear I backed up at that point. It wasn't the cheesy sentence that got to me; it was the fact that the voice sounded just like Bonnie. No joke. It even sounded like gears were turning as he spoke. It sounded broken though; a few of the words were stuttered, like a broken record that kept repeating a syllable. Did they record Bonnie's voice? They must have really planned this out. I wondered if it was one of my friends, but then again, none of them would really have the brains to do something like this. I finally had enough. I put the baton back into my belt and reached up, grabbing the bunny head and yanking it off, wanting to see who the hell the culprit was. Two things made me almost shit myself then. First; the helmet was heavier than me, I swear. It was metal. No one could possibly hold so much damned metal on their head; they're neck would crack in half! It was even too heavy for me to even carry, and I nearly crushed my feet as it slammed against the concrete floor.
Second; there was no one in the suit.
No one would even be able to go inside. The telephone guy was right. The inside of the animatronic was full of sharp metal parts, with gears and wires poking out almost everywhere. I didn't really get a good look, but I thought I also saw some sort of dark liquid staining the metal, though I couldn't get the color on account of me high tailing it out of there. I sprinted back into the office and pressed the close door button so hard my hand made a loud cracking sound. I thought at first I broke it, but after flexing it a few times, it didn't really hurt at all. I leaned heavily against the door, tremors rocking my whole body as I listened to the commotion outside. There was a scratching noise against the floor, probably Bonnie's metal feet grinding against the concrete. It was also talking, though if it was directed at me, I don't know,
"W-W-Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizza, where all your dreams- /end/."
The last word sounded different. There were no gears turning; and the voice sounded like it was breathless, just a gasp. I could barely make out the word 'end'. The noises went on a bit longer before I heard heavy steps slam away from the door until there was nothing. I stood their for a pretty long time, though I'm unsure for how long. I hesitantly opened the door again. I peeked out into the hall, seeing nothing but a few scraps of metal on the floor, probably from when I dropped the head. I slid back inside my office, reaching for the button to close myself inside, before I pulled my hand away to stop myself,
'If the guy on the phone was telling me the truth, I don't have a lot of power to spare. Conserve it... I have to...' I bit my bottom lip harshly, a habit I pick up when I get stressed. It was also, in a way to see if I was dreaming or not. I also pinched myself, but I wasn't lucky enough to open my eyes in the comfort of my own bed. I sat down on the chair, taking a look at the cameras. It looked as if Bonnie went right back to the dining hall. His head looked fine; not dented at all... What the hell was it made of? I switched to another camera, gritting my teeth when I saw Freddy had moved. Not too close to me, but the fact that I was dealing with more than one of those monsters was terrifying. I glance at more of the cameras and noted that the other two robotic animals were still in their places; Chica and Foxy. Maybe only two moved? I remember thinking that it was a relief Foxy wasn't moving; that one was the scariest looking of the bunch. I could only imagine how terrifying he would be if he was moving around. I looked over to the clock and saw the time. 3. It was only 3? How long was I supposed to work again? My mind was drawing a blank. I was on survival mode at this point; nothing else mattered besides my life. Then I wondered, how much power did I have? How was I supposed to know? I looked at the screen, and I saw in the corner a little power button. Okay, 60%. That wasn't too bad, right? 60 is a pretty high number...
I almost screamed when I heard movements, the same kind as Bonnie's, come from the opposite side of the room. Oh. There were two doors? I checked the camera and saw that it was Freddy who was stalking me this time. I pulled myself out of the chair and closed the door, catching a glimpse of the bear. It's mouth hung open, and it's brown fur looked soft to the touch. It looked like it did during the day; except this time it's eyes were flowing a frightening bright white,
"H-H-hey kids! Are you ready to- /DIE?/"
Again, a raspy, airy voice interrupted. This time, I did yell out. Okay, I screamed, Probably like a little girl, but you would too if there were... Things coming after you. I slammed the door shut just as an eerie melody began to play from the animatronic, one that sounded like it was a lullaby, but slow and off tune. That sort of creepy song. I looked to the screen. 56%. That's when I wondered; was I going to survive?

I think about an hour went by with no problem. I sat in the raggedy old chair, knees pulled up to my chin, and my eyes frantically watching the screen to make sure the animatronics were in their rightful places, excluding Bonnie and Freddy, which were the only ones who've moved this whole time. They were farther away now, much to my relief, but I couldn't help but feel that I was anything but safe. The doors I had shut before were now open in order to conserve power, and my battery was now at 49%. It was beginning to feel like some sort of video game; as sick and twisted as it sounds. I was frantically trying to conserve power while watching the cameras to make sure I was okay. Just like some sort of boring ass horror game. Anyway, it was four o'clock and I was finding it very hard to stay conscious. I usually sleep at night. Yes, I know. Shocking...
Anyway... So I was extremely exhausted from lack of sleep when I heard some sort of laughter from outside in the hall,
"Come on friend! Come join us in- /HELL/"
I jumped out of my chair, flashlight pointing at Freddy, who was standing right outside the door. "Oh my fucking God..." I breathed. He wasn't inside yet, so could I make it? Could I shut the door in his face without him grabbing me?
"I'm sorry. Profane language is not allowed in Freddy's. I'm afraid you're going to have to- /DIE/."
I didn't have a choice. I'd get devoured if I didn't do something. With a roar I pounced over to the door, kicking with all my might to push the animatronic backward. My foot collided with the bear's stomach, and to my luck, that made it stumble back a few inches. I shut the doors, falling to the floor and grabbing my ankle in agony. It hurt pretty badly. Again, my luck was there for me because my ankle was fine after letting it sit. I mean, it hurt, but it didn't feel sprained, and definitely not broken. I did develop a limp, unfortunately, and that was not something I needed at the moment. If I had to run, it was going to be a rather slow jog. I don't know how fast these things go, but my guess was its pretty fast since they disappear and reappear in different places when I wasn't looking. I took a look at the time. 5, it was pretty close to my shift ending. By an hour, anyway. I wanted out now. Not an hour from now. Then I realized there might be a way to escape early. The phone. I leapt for it and grabbed the receiver, dialing 911.
It rang two times before someone picked up,
"Hello."
'Huh?' The voice sounded rather familiar. No... I dialed 911?
"Sir?" I cleared my throat as I heard more activity from outside. Why was my boss answering?
"Oh. Hello Michael. How may I help you?" His voice sounded almost too cheery, really weird for the time it was. I knew something was up the moment he spoke,
"I'm... Having issues here tonight..." I started, rubbing the back of my neck nervously,
"oh?"
"Yeah. It's about the animatronics..."
There was silence. I thought at first he hung up at me, but then he replied in a rather hushed tone,
"Oh it's fine. You have less than an hour left. I'm sure you'll live."
"that's not the problem!" I exclaimed, only to hush up when there were footsteps again. We're they never gonna give up?
"So you're scared as well. You're just like every other guard who's worked here. It's fine. They walk around on their own because they were programmed to do that."
"but I was told-" I was interrupted yet again,
"Listen boy. You're fine. Just do what you keep doing. The other guard left you messages, right? He left some tips for you. Now... I'm going to let you go. At six; the robots turn off. Then you can leave."
"But sir... Im trying to tell you- I think I'm not cut out for this job..."
More silence,
"I mean! I wasn't prepared for this to happen, y'know?" I eyed the monitor. Power at 38%, "I was never told that-"
"you can't quit." The man replied simply,
"And why the hell not?" My voice was rising again. I was getting a bit pissed off by this guys attitude. He acted as if this was no big deal,
"You signed a contract."
"what? There was nothing on my application that stated-"
"No one ever reads the full policy..." He sighed, sounding annoyed by this whole thing. If he knew what was going on here, you'd think he' be a bit more understanding...
"Listen. You're almost done with your shift. Tomorrow you'll be coming at the same time, correct?"
I didn't say anything, and pretty soon I heard the dial tone. Not even a goodbye...
I slammed the phone hard against the desk, putting my head in my hands. I really got myself in a jam this time. It wasn't easy to go and break a contract, especially since I could get into serious trouble for that, but it was better than dying right? On second thought, who said anything about just getting fired? If this guy was in charge of these creatures, who's to say he wouldn't send a robot to my place and not only kill me off, but my family? It is possible...
So... Quitting wasn't an option.
I heard more scratching at the door, and I closed my eyes, heart pounding. Almost... there... I was so close now. I counted down now, five... Four... Three... Two...
One.