Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any characters found within. Nor do I own Reece or Isaac, given that they're real people that I know in real life. That would be weird. Anyways, hope you enjoy.

11:59, the office

Mike hadn't been at his job for more than 30 minutes and already he was regretting it. He was cold, bored and tired, and technically his shift hadn't even started yet. He'd tried to call Reece, but then he'd remembered that his friend had been asleep by 9, as usual. Aside from the low hum of the fan, which Mike had discovered actually did lack an off switch, the building was entirely silent. Oppressively so. Or at least, it was, until the old phone on the desk began to ring exceptionally loudly, causing Mike to smack his knees into his desk as he jumped backwards in fear. Cursing under his breath, he reached over to answer the phone, only to get another shock as a tinny voice began to talk.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." "Yeah, you're doing a great job so far," Mike moaned, still recovering from his fright. "You nearly gave me a god damn heart attack!" Unfortunately, the speaker couldn't hear Mike, owing to the fact that it was a pre-recorded message, and so he continued to speak, ignorant of Mike's fear.

"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?"

Mike couldn't help but notice that the speaker didn't sound particularly reassured himself, but continued to listen intently. Anything was better than listening to nothing but the fan all night.

"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 and fun come to life. 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 property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

"Wait wait wait what?!" Mike was starting to sweat now. "Why do I need to know about what happens if I go missing? It's not like people are gonna be trying to break in here and kill me! I doubt this place even has anything worth stealing! Who'd want those creepy-ass animatronics anyway?" Unfortunately for Mike, things were only going to get creepier from here.

"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.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit." Mike had no response to this. All he could do was stare at the phone, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke.

"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?" "What the fuck" Mike whispered, glancing fearfully at the cameras, only marginally comforted to see the animatronics still in their usual position. The joy at finally having job was rapidly diminishing, instead replaced with a cold dread, as though something terrible was about to happen. Rather unsurprisingly, he was right to feel this.

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you 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.

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 only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

Mike had no words. The young brown-haired man simply sat and stared at the phone, trying to digest what he had just heard. Part of him wanted to laugh, to declare it just a cruel prank by a bored employee. Maybe it was Isaac trying to screw with him. After all, the two did sound somewhat alike. Maybe this was his way of vetting employees, seeing if they could handle the stress of working the shift. The other part of him, however, knew this could not be the case. People just didn't do that, and the voice had sounded completely serious. As far as Mike knew, his life was in mortal danger. Unsurprisingly, the thought had him struggling to keep his bodily fluids within, rather than all over the floor. In a somewhat surprising show of common sense, Mike decided that his best chance was to get the hell out, rather than spend the night in a small room trying to fend off apparently deadly animatronics. It was really a rather good idea. Feeling slightly more calm now that he had a plan in mind, Mike took a glance at the camera, quickly checking to make sure the animatronics were still in their place, which they all were. Well, two thirds of them were, anyway. Swearing loudly, Mike frantically tapped the buttons at random, desperately searching for the missing animatronic, the bunny. He passed over the dining room feed twice before he noticed the large purple shape looming in the background, glaring at the camera. It didn't do anything other than stare. Mike was practically frozen with fear. With a shaking hand he reached over and turned the monitor off, then back on again, praying that he was seeing things, praying that exhaustion was playing tricks with his mind. Unfortunately for Mike, the bunny was most definitely still there, still staring. If anything it seemed to have gotten closer, but as soon as the camera had turned on it had stopped in its tracks. Upon realising this, Mike gained an iota of confidence; it seemed he had some control over the animatronics after all. Animatronics. Swearing again, Mike quickly switched to the show stage, breathing a sigh of relief upon seeing the other two in the right positions. Beginning to relax slightly, he switched back to the dining hall, intending to keep an eye on the bunny. This might have worked, but for the fact that the was a noticeable lack of bunnies in the dining hall. Eyes widening, Mike quickly hit the right hallway button, seeing nothing. The same could not be said of the left hallway, however. Mike choked back a sob as he saw the huge bunny frozen mid step, empty eyes gazing at the camera. Things were quickly going from terrible to unfathomably bad. Still, things could always be worse, right? As it turned out, they could! It was at this moment that the green light glowing in the bottom left corner of the display caught Mike's eye. The power. He'd completely forgotten. This time Mike couldn't hold back his tears as he looked upon the display which read 90%. Below that, it still said 12. "Oh god oh god oh god" he whispered, looking back at the bunny. It still hadn't moved, thankfully, but sooner or later mike would have to turn off the monitor or run out of power. Naturally, neither option was particularly appealing. Then he remembered the door lights. He could turn off the display, then keep flicking the lights until the animatronic showed up. Then he'd slam the door, check the others, and wait until the bunny left. Not a fool-proof plan by any means, seeing as the bunny could just wait outside his door for him to run out of power, but it hardly seemed like he had any other options. He'd just have to hope that it got bored and walked off. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all, but hey, it wasn't like he was in the mood to intellectually analyse his predicament. Steeling himself, he switched off the monitor and quickly reached over, pressing the light button. Nothing. Frowning, Mike pressed the button again. And again. And ag- "OH DEAR GOD FUCK NO!" Mike could have sworn his heart stopped for a good 2 seconds as he stared into the glowing orbs that seemed to be searching his soul. It took him another second to realise that the bunny wasn't moving, but by then his survival instincts had taken over and his body was moving of it's own accord, moving to punch the door button. In hindsight, probably not the smartest decision, given the fact that the button was made of a solid material, but that didn't matter. The doors slammed down, separating him from the animatronic and granting him a moment's respite, if nothing else. He knew he would eventually have to open the door, but for Mike, nothing mattered in that moment other than the fact that he was alive. Slowly sinking back into his chair, Mike prepared to grab the tablet and check the other animatronics, but then he noticed the warm dampness on the chair. Leaping up for the second time in a minute, his face flushed red with embarrassment. His muscles had finally given up on him, releasing his fluids all over himself. This night really was just getting worse and worse, unless...

Mike turned and grabbed the new uniform Isaac had left him with. It was gonna be awkward, what with the creepy bunny watching him, but it was worth it for at least a modicum of comfort. Quickly checking the lights, which showed the rabbit was still there, leering at him through the window and showing little sign of movement, he checked the other animatronics before hurriedly removing his clothes and bundling them up and replacing them with the grey outfit. It was of surprisingly good quality, soft and warm, but Mike had better things to be concerned with, such as his impending demise. Still, he took a moment to pin the badge to his suit before returning to the immediate problem. If he was gonna be working here, he may as well look the part, at least for tonight. Satisfied, he quickly checked the cameras, seeing no other animatronic threats moving towards him, but the large 82% in the corner worried him. Fortunately, it had finally turned over to 1 AM, but that just meant he still had to survive for 5 hours. Not exactly a cheery thought. Turning to the door, he quickly flicked the lights. Amazingly enough, the window was free of animatronics. Still, Mike wasn't satisfied. He went through the cameras, scrutinizing each feed in minute detail, before finally seeing the bunny in the closet down the corridor. Better than breathing down his neck at least. Opening the door with more than a little trepidation, Mike swiftly returned his attention to the monitor, prepared to delay the robot's advances to the best of his ability. Sighing, Mike cast a glance at the fan, suddenly overcome by appreciation for its presence. It was, as far as he knew, not trying to kill him, and the constant sound, while droning, was somewhat comforting. It was his only companion for this long night ahead, and Mike fully intended to recognize this fact. Maybe it lacking an 'off' button wasn't so bad after all.

The rest of the night was a blur as Mike worked hard and fast to delay the animatronics. The bunny approached his door more than once, but rarely lingered for more than a couple of minutes. At around 5, the big yellow chicken decided to join in the fun, but Mike was ready, slamming the door in its face before even needing to check the lights. Still, he rapidly became concerned, seeing as his power was rapidly draining, having only been at 15% when the clock ticked over to 5, but just as he thought he was about to run out, the bunny at his door, the most glorious sound he'd ever heard rang out across the neighbourhood; the church bells, signifying the arrival of 6AM. Mike sank into his chair, sucking in huge mouthfuls of air, before quickly flicking the door lights. Nothing. Switching to the tablet, he was more than a little surprised to see the animatronics all there on stage, posed as they were yesterday, as though they hadn't even moved. Still, Mike, understandably, was not convinced that he was safe, and so he waited for the first employees to arrive before sprinting out of the building, oblivious to the stares he was getting from the employees, and climbing into his car. In his rush he accidentally managed

to stall, but he quickly restarted and was out of the park like a shot, racing down the mostly empty streets back to his apartment. It took him several tries with shaking hands to unlock the door, and as soon as he had it open he was inside, bolting the door and stumbling towards the fridge. He still had some cheap beer that he'd nicked from a party last week. It wasn't strong, but there was a good deal of it, and after what he'd just been through, he would have settled for anything. He'd nearly opened a bottle before he collapsed, vision fading rapidly. His last thought before he lost consciousness was that he'd just wasted some perfectly good beer.

Well, this took my a good long while to get done. If you've read this far, hi. Next chapter is when things are gonna kick off for real, probably hopefully, but if not, definitely the next chapter after that. I kinda rushed the ending to this, because I wanted to get it out now rather than waiting for tomorrow, but I'll try not to in future. Thanks for reading, anyway!