I decided I would create Ch. 1 y 2 at the same time, I release the prologue yesterday, the 1st chapter today. I run a tight schedule with an Algebra workbook the size of one of the Harry Potter books (Not kidding, I'm measuring my workbook against Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire. With that I will not have time after this to update daily, as on weekends I have no device to write the story with.

Of course I take recommendations after this chapter (Because the Prologue and this were written together, I didn't take requests for this chapter)

This was Mike Schmidt's first day on the job. He saw an ad for a nightwatch guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, despite the "What could go wrong?" statement in the ad Mike needed the money to pay the rent.

Walking into the office and taking a seat, Mike didn't know what to expect, he just needed to watch out for any crazies that walk into the building… right?

Mike jumped when he heard the phone ring, realizing it was just a phone and not some disgusting monster preparing to quickly drag him under the desk by his foot (A fear he has, also the reason he dives onto his bed and checks under him when he takes a dump.) Mike grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello, hello?" The man asked, and began a spiel about Fazbear entertainment not being responsible for death and blah blah blah. Mike was checking his tablet, one of the few things he knew to use, looking through, he realized Bonnie had moved. Frantically checking the camera he heard from the phone guy:

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. 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?"

Mike's jaw dropped wide open, nearly hitting the ground when he heard the man's next statement:
"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."

Mike had a panic attack, he was going to die? He began checking the cameras more frantically and finally looked at his left light. Seeing the purple female mascot staring at him, he jammed the door button as far as it could go into the socket. He breathed a gasp of relief, he was safe for now. Continuing to check the cameras, he was preparing to write his letter of resignation when he realized. They said he needed to conserve power! Checking the time and power percentage, it was already 2AM and he had 67% power left.

Mike instantly opened the door, nobody was at the door. He then remembered one of the few things he did see on the contract that he signed:

"You must work here for a minimum of a single week before self severing yourself from Fazbear Entertainment, and may not say anything about the goings on in the pizzeria at both day and night."

"God… DA!" Mike said, about ready to go into a swearing fit when he realized Bonnie was at the door again, a much more inquisitive facial expression being worn by the robot this time. Instantly Mike punched the door lock in order to check the cameras again.

It was 4AM, Mike had been seeked out by Bonnie numerous times, but Chica hadn't seemed to gone much further than the bathrooms, that was until Mike heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He at first saw no need to check the kitchen camera so he ignored it until now. Looking at the camera he realized, there WAS no camera, he had no way of knowing where Chica was…

Mike tried to calm himself, grabbing a bottle of water and breathing rhythmically he began drinking the water to calm down, finally he was calm enough. 5 AM and 14% power, Mike was scared, checking both lights he began to wait for the inevitable when…

6:00 AM

Mike walked out the front doors after being congratulated by the Manager, he never did catch her name, but that didn't matter.

Rewind to 11:00 AM, Animatronics perspective

"Ok, I got this! We wait until he leaves the door open while I'm looking at him and I know he's looking at his camera! Then I pull his monitor down and scream at him!" Bonnie exclaimed, still a bit too chipper for Foxy and Chicas taste.

"I don't like this at all; I thought we took down the rogue Endoskeleton last time…" Chica said, not nearly as enthusiastic.

"Arr, lady, we don't know how many rogue endoskeletons there are!" Foxy scolded.

"Shut your big, sharp trap, you shut down rustbucket." Chica snapped.

"Say's th' big yellow b-" Foxy was about to snap back when Freddy yelled at both of them.

"Chica, silence, just do what you want to do." Freddy said. They were falling apart since their last victim, they would have coordinated an attack by going at the same time, now they would attack at separate times.

"I'll wait until tomorrow" Freddy sighed, getting up on stage with the still overly energetic Bonnie and the scowling Chica.

When 12:00 AM came, he let the other three attempt to bring Mike down themselves.

"The guards will pay."

I hope you like, I kinda like how my explanation why they were all attacking PG but not Mike turned out. I hope you like, I'll be sure to get back to all you readers soon. Remember the 3 R's; Review the story, Recommend the story to others, and Recommend some ideas for where I should go with my stories. I'll be almost guaranteed to give you a reply when I see it on how or when I would do it, or ask you how I should do it.

Until next time!