Ever since he started at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Mike has gotten a call from someone over the phone, right at the beginning of his shift. He has no idea who this person is, but each night the unknown "phone guy" has been giving him advice on how to get through the nights with the least amount of trouble. Even when Mike asks right before or after his shift on those first three nights every single person acts like there was no one before him. So Mike keeps coming back to this horrible place each night trying to figure out what happened to the "phone guy", that was until he recieved his last message on his fourth night. As he listened to the message last night he couldn't help but worry, Mike only wished he knew how to save "phone guy" and if it was even possible to save him. On his fifth night working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Mike arrived early. He walked in, greeted everyone with a smile, an entirely fake smile, went to the spare parts room just off the main stage, and rummaged through the various, broken, animatronic Freddy's, Bonnie's and Chica's. He found nothing, he could smell something awful, just like "phone guy" described in his last message, but he couldn't find the source of the stench before the last of the workers were set to leave, so Mike walked the last girl out to her car, and asked her, "Who was the last guy who worked the night shift before me?" she gave him a frightened look, eyes darting back and forth, looking for something, Mike wasn't sure what, until he looked over his shoulder back at the Pizzeria.
It was Freddy. He's looking out the front door, right at Mike and the girl, Melanie, Mike thinks her name is, "I can't talk about him, sorry," she says as she jumps into her car, turns the engine and burns out of the parking lot. Mike looks back at the door to the Pizzeria, Freddy's not there, moving around like usual. Mike musters his courage, "I will figure this out." He tells himself as he walks back to the front door. He takes a breath before opening the door, to sprint to the Night Security office. He makes it all the way back without much fuss, and the phone is ringing...Isn't the "phone guy" dead? Mike thinks to himself, and when he answers the phone it isn't the normal voice he was expecting, it is a deep, demonic warble of a voice, Mike can't make out what the hell it is saying but it reminds him of the voice that he hears sometimes in the middle of the night saying, "IT'S ME...IT'S ME..." right before all sorts of weird shit starts happening. Mike, already on edge, checks the cameras hoping that maybe, just maybe, tonight can go smoothly. He checks on Pirate Cove, just like "phone guy" told him to on night two, making sure that Foxy is still inside of his cove, he is. Mike sighs in relief, and then he checks on the main stage, Bonnie is still there, Chica is still there. The camera slowly, painstakingly slow, pans to the right, showing Mike that Freddy is, in fact, still standing there with his two buddies. A wave of relief goes over Mike, until he checks on Pirate Cove again. Foxy is looking at the camera, Mike almost jumps out of his chair, "Jiminy Christmas," Mike lets out seeing Foxy's glowing eyes. Catching his breath, Mike takes a look back at the main stage, both Chica and Bonnie are off the stage, "Are you serious?!" he yells at his screen. He puts the tablet down and checks the lights in the hall. Right side first, nothing. Left side...
"Holy Shit!" He screams slamming the button to engage the magnetic locks, "Screw you Bonnie!" He yells at the door, flipping his tablet back up checking Pirates Cove, "Are you frig-a-fraggin kidding me?!" he starts getting pissed at his tablet now, Foxy is already at the doorway. He checks the main stage and sees that, luckily, Freddy is still just standing there.
He flashes the left side door light on for a quick second, Bonnie having left he turns the mag-locks off. Then he checks the right side light, still nothing. Mike checks Pirate Cove, "Shiiiiiiiii," he puts the tablet down and engages the left side mag-locks, then checks the left hallway. Foxy sprints down the hall, "and now you flail uselessly against my door," he flashes the left, then right side, nothing. Flips up the tablet, "Are you kidding me?" Mike yells at his tablet, "Seriously Foxy!" he is already looking at the camera, "I can't do a damn thing if you guys keep trying to friggen kill me!" he yells at the tablet, slamming it down on the desk and the flashing the left and the right hall lights, this time he has to engage the right side mag-lock, because of damn Chica. "Buahahahaha," Mike hears the deep rumbling laughter. "Seriously? Why is this happening to me tonight?!" Mike screams at his screen again. He flashes the lights again, opening the right side now that Chica is gone. Mike checks the cameras, and "are you serious Foxy?" he's already getting ready to sprint down the hallway, again. Buwahahaha. It's closer this time, "Really, Freddy, you're going to be like this now," Mike starts sweating, going between the two door lights and camera and worrying about being shoved into a Freddy Fazbear's suit would get to anyone. Mike checks the time, "Are you fucking kidding me!" he screams, it's only 2 A.M.. He looks down at his generator level, when he hears a deep, gurgling voice, "IT'S ME...IT'S ME..." Mike nearly falls out of his chair, the voice tickling his ear.
Bwuahahha. "Are you right outside my door or what Freddy?" Mike yells into the blackness. He then checks his cameras, Pirate Cove is empty...Mike drops the tablet as he jumps for the mag-lock. He barely makes it, as the door slams shut he hears the pounding on the door. His heart in his throat Mike looks back at the tablet. It's on the floor, the screen is shattered, it's only 3 A.M. and he still has over forty percent generator power... Mike looks from the tablet to the open door, his mind racing. "Will it be able to hold out long enough?" He slams the mag-locks on the right side door and sits in his little sanctuary, waiting for the power to go out. Mike walks to his desk, sitting down and looking at the cracked screen of the tablet sighing as he hears Foxy slamming against the door, again. Thirty percent, "Geez, Foxy you take up so much of my power," Mike looks out the right window seeing Chica's shadow and Bonnie standing right in front of the door on the left side. "I am totally going to die," Mike sits back down and looks at the tablet and it's broken screen. He places it back down on the table, and jumps in his chair as Foxy flails uselessly against the door, a third time. Fifteen percent...it's only 4 A.M. Mike looks around the office trying to find something to maybe help him fight when the lights go out, but there is nothing. everything is either bolted down or made from a really cheap plastic, it would just break if he smacked Freddy with it. Mike looks at the time again, still only four, hoping the time might, maybe go a little faster now that he has nothing else to do, and since he can't really worry about living anymore. He knows that he wouldn't be nearly fast enough to make it all the way out of the building before getting caught by one of the Animatron's. Mike wanders around the office for a little bit, not sure what to do with his remaining time on this planet, so he just stares at his generator levels, ten percent, still only four. It goes down so slowly, he thinks to himself, when you are just watching it, eight percent. Mike looks out the windows, not turning on the lights, and jumps back when Chica slams into the window, making Mike feel like she's going to break through it, five percent. Mike sits down on the floor behind his desk, underneath the table, hoping that maybe they won't notice him for long enough and he can get out when it hits six. Two percent, Mike hears the banging in the kitchen, the Dumdidumdidum, the heavy footsteps of the characters going past his door, and then, everything turns off...
"Fuuck," Mike whispers as softly as he can, hoping, that maybe the power lasted long enough, while he hid underneath the table. It's quiet for what feels like forever, Mike is just crunched up in a little ball, hiding underneath the table, then the music starts, Freddy's tune. It is so sudden that it causes Mike to jump and smack his head against the table he's under, but he stifles his cry. The song goes on and on, it feels like it lasts for almost half an hour, but still it ends too soon, Mike is hiding under the table unmoving like a corpse, hoping that they miss him when they come into the room. He hears the heavy footsteps, they walk into the room, he hears the moan, like a person who can't breathe from having their neck snapped, then more footsteps. It feels like an eternity for Mike underneath the security room table, when he feels the fuzzy hand grab his ankle, Mike yelps, flailing uselessly against Freddy's arm, knowing that the animatron can't feel anything that he's doing to it. Freddy drag's Mike across the floor on his back, dragging him into the dining area, Mike can barely make out the ceiling in the darkness. Freddy tosses Mike, like a sack of potatoes, into a small cubby hole in the spare parts room, that wasn't there before. In the complete darkness Mike looks around trying to figure out where he is, and why he wasn't stuffed into a suit, imediately. He hears something moving around in the darkness, and then feels something hard slam into his head. For Mike everything goes black, for his captors, the fun is just beginning...