~*Authors Notes*~

I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. However, it is owned by Scott Cawthon himself. Meanwhile Markiplier owns himself. If I had own Five Nights at Freddy's... It wouldn't be such a big hit that it is.

Now why am I shipping Markiplier with Bonnie! I mean... It's just weird shipping those two together that I don't know why I'm making a fanfiction about it in the first place... However, I must say that I'm a crack shipper that sits on a crack ship trash pile. (With that in mind, I wouldn't mind writing more ships). As you guys should expect, I'm not going to be perfect with personalities. Keep that in mind for later updates.

~*Author Notes End*~

~*Markiplier's P.O.V.*~

"..." I paused for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect moment to speak as I shifted my gaze from the camera to the computer screen, only to glance back towards the camera again. After four minutes of waiting, I finally decided to spoke my intro: "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier! As you all know by the title of this live stream, this is a charity live stream for children in need... Even though this haven't worked out last time, I'm planning on doing yet another try not to curse challenge..." I paused, cringing at the memory of how I all my subscribers with that same challenge. "However, there's a twist to this challenge as to if I lose this challenge again... This time, if do swear again, you guys don't have to unsubscribe to me. -By doing that it'll save me from having another heart attack- For a substitute punishment, I would have to..." pausing once again to pull out an ad for employment, "... work at this place called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria,' midnight until six in the morning... From what I've heard from this place is that it's similar to Chuck-E-Cheeses, but not as popular than Chuck-E-Cheeses..." I finished as I read the live chat before continuing, "I can also tell from this place is that Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria only has a few locations around the states, so most people wouldn't even know much about it. If you look up this same restaurant online, you can't even get that much info from it.

Pulling away from the live chat, I had decided on that note to change the video format. Instead of having the webcam's feed on full screen, I'd easily changed it to the familiar format of webcam feed on the top left corner meanwhile the game I'm going to play was on full screen mode. "Okay, for the first hour or two, I'm going to be playing Mario Maker on hard mode. Later on, I'll be playing that cursed game of 'Getting Over It.'" I cringed after saying the name.

Checking the live chat once more, my eye caught the comment. It was a comment by a username of Mike Schmidt; who had ever so kindly questioned, "Why the fuck would you even want to work the nightshift at Freddy Fuckbutt's?"

Glancing back at the ad again, I replied; "Uh... To Mike Schmidt's comment... Again, it's a substitute punishment for this no cursing challenge. Most fans, usually the older ones, know that I usually can't stay up for... Midnight until six a.m... Since I'm in an unfamiliar place during after hours, I'm either going to paranoid every minute of it- Or just be knocked out from boredom... Well that sucks! It's below minimum wage!" I glanced back at the webcam when a thought just popped into mind. "Hold on a second... Now that I'm thinking about it, why does it sound like you'd worked at this place?"

~*Four hours later*~

I stared at the camera as I finished the live stream. I leaned back into my chair as I tried to scream off the stress in my system. However, not I only had succeeded reducing half of my stress level, but I scared the living daylights out of my poor little pup. Sighing, I turned around to pet Chica who was glaring at me with her pupper eyes. "I'm so sorry, Chica... I'm just a little stressed out from playing those rage games... I guess that we won't be seeing each other for a week... Can't believe that I had cursed six times... In a row... If I wouldn't had cursed at all, I wouldn't have to apply for a night job for a week. Heck, I could have only done one night if I didn't add the part of 'each time I curse I have to stay that amount of nights' rule! Now I'll need to call the owner of this pizzeria so I can get an interview for the job!" I got off of my swivel chair to stretch my everything and to wander into the bathroom before making a call to the pizzeria.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I pulled out my phone to make the call to the owner. Walking back to my desk, I grabbed the paper that has the information to the restaurant, I called the number on the ad. The phone ringed for a moment before the person answered the phone with a "Hello? Hello, hello?"

"Uh..." Clearly confused as to why this person had overused 'hello' as much as he did. "... Yes, I would like to apply for the job for the night guard shift for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." I stated, trying to mask the stress that laced my voice.

"Okay, meet me at the pizzeria tomorrow at around ten so I can give you the rundown on what to do for your job." The man replied as I can hear him sighed in relief.

"O-okay... Wait! I'm hired? I'm pretty sure that all jobs need you to be interviewed before I could get hired. Heck, I'll need to get a resume before I can even get an interview!" I pointed out, highly confused as to why this person would hire me right away.

"U-uh..." He hesitated before finally speaking, "Okay, we're quite desperate. Nobody wants to work here with the minimum wage here being 120 dollars per week, and since this place isn't really that popular... We haven't gotten a lot of costumers lately... It's also awful nobody wants to take the night shift here... Well, except Mike Schmidt, but we had to fire him for many reasons... We just need one person to watch over the pizzeria, so why not hire the first person who calls in, right?" The man added in.

'Mike Schmidt? So he did worked there!' I spaced out as I remembered him never actually replied back to my statement. 'This place sounds really sketchy... With Mike's comment and how willing this person is to hire me on the spot... I'm starting wonder what the heck am I getting into.' Snapping out of thought, I returned to the conversation. "I guess that if you're that desperate... I'll work there as a night guard... And Uh..."

"Scott Cawthon. Just call me Scott." Scott followed through with the unspoken question.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at ten Scott." I gave a wary smile, knowing that he wouldn't see it. "By the way, the name's Mark Fischbach." I added.

"See you tomorrow, Mark." He responded as we hanged up.

Running a hand through my hair, I proceed to shut down my phone as I noticed that I should have enough time to make and eat dinner, followed by taking a relaxing shower before going to bed.

~*Author's notes*~

Yeah... Not much action within this chapter, but it's the prologue none the less...

Anyways, if there's any suggestions that you want to make for a story I should make, make a request! It can either be Mark x [Fnaf Character] special, a Jacksepticeye x [Fnaf Character], or even a [Fnaf Character] x [Fnaf Character]. I wouldn't mind making more stories, and I would be challenging myself to make and continue with the stories.

However, it's just to be expected that I won't be able to update a lot due to the wonders of procrastination and the stresses of school life... Or just the stress of life in general...

Anyways, I hope that you'd enjoy this story! Bye!