Update: Alright, first of all, I need to apologize for the hiatus and lack of chapters lately, as well as the drama in the update document. For a long time, I wasn't sure if I was going to continue this story. Ichornight and I have worked out our differences, and we're back on the story together again, the dynamic duo! And, I got my friend, who's pushing to become an author, to help me out too. :3 I hope you enjoy the chapter, A LOT of work went into it. We would LOVE if you could leave us a review please!

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November 8th, 1993, 12:00 A.M - The First Night

Alright Mikey, the generators are off, you got yourself some pizza and soda to last for the night, time to earn some easy ass money.

Mike reached forward smugly and switched on the computer, prompting an extremely loud and unexpected 'BOOM' coming from the computer; as well as the other little screens on the desk. Mike pulled back his hand as fast as his reflexes would allow him. "Fucking- SHIT!" Mike exclaimed on a blind impulse. Suddenly, the screens around him exploded to life; flashing for a linear second before the Show Stage feed appeared on all the screens in the office; lightning up with vibrant and vivid white textures. Then they proceeded to darken. Pixels danced everywhere until the screens became a staticy grey aura.

"Oh…" Mike mumbled, his bottom lip curling upwards slightly. "Okay, so I guess they are all connected to the security camera feed." His eyelids fell and he shrugged his broad shoulders. "Think that this big ass computer wasn't enough? Jesus shit, this place is so fucking broken down. I ain't even going to dare to try to use the fuckin' bathroom here." Mike grunted before he decided to take a good long look at the camera feed.

Switching blatantly through the video feeds in the restaurant, Mike found that the restaurant was… Well, much creepier during the night, to say the least. He had to wonder if they even tried to make this place look even halfway decent; wires hanging from the ceiling in the hallway, cobwebs everywhere. Hell, there was even a broken flashing light in the West hallway! What's with this place…? What the hell happened here?

Mike gave a prolonged sigh, shaking his head, "Whatever, it's not even a minute past twelve and I think I'm already damn sick of looking at this place... Well, hey. It's only a six hour shift; shouldn't be so bad."

He sat for about thirty minutes of doing absolutely nothing but sit and stare at a bright screen, with nothing but the sound of the fan and the cameras filling his ears.

"Sigh… Yeah. No, no. I could deal with this. I don't mind this job, I mean, how many people would kill to get payed to do absolutely nothing; even if it is minimal wage. Right…?"

Mike glanced over at the bottom left of the screen, and was slightly pleased to see: 'Power Left: 96%. Usage: Two Bars.' Plenty of power and time; and jack shit to do. Mike decided to take his attention off of the cameras; nothing was happening anyway. He took a look at some of the items on the desk. Looking through the wrappers and the drawers on the desk, he found a small notepad with written instructions.

"Hey there, newbie! Just wanted to put down some extra rules on here, just in case the old man forgot to tell you. :)

Rule #1: Don't ever leave your office, if you need to piss, use a cup. And if you need to shit or don't have a cup. Sorry bud, but your on your own.

Rule #2: Don't touch anything in the office that's not on the desk; or on your dick. And if you touched that last thing, then just don't touch anything, okay? It's a 6 hour shit, no one would blame you but- please dude.

Rule #3: Don't touch the animatronics. Think of this as a combo of rule one and two. But, seriously man. Don't touch them.

And Rule #4: You see the poster in the upper left of your office? Stand up, and push your finger against Freddy's nose. (Trust me man, do it!)

And, that's basically it! Don't touch anything, and don't leave the office, and don't take a shit or piss anywhere. If you can do all that, then I'm surprised that this is the career you settled for. Have fun!"

Mike scowled at the dirty notebook. Shaking his head and throwing over his shoulder; he went back to watching the computer screen.

"Asshole…."

Mike looked over the poster against the wall; it had the three main animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, on stage. It had the word "CELEBRATE" scrolled over it. Mike bit his lip for a moment before deciding to stand up. He lightly pressed his finger against Freddy's nose; and was rewarded with a cute little "honking" noise, which admittedly, made Mike chuckle.

"Alright, heh… That is cute."

Mike smiled and sat back down in his chair, still smiling for a few seconds; before he began to ponder on the last part of the notebook. 'This is the career you settled for.' Mike's smiled slowly faded off of his face. Huffing and putting his hand in his pocket, Mike pulled out one of his cigarettes and struck a match with a swift motion; as he kept a box full of them in his other pocket.

"Couldn't be happier with my life…"

4:30 A.M.

The restaurant was almost completely still and silent. Nothing was stirring, and nothing was thinking either. At this point, Mike had fallen into a dead sleep. The fourth cigarette he had was dropped to the ground, and the entire office had now reeked of ashes. The only sound being made, beside the fan and the cameras; was the a little phone behind the huge computer, beeping quietly, with a small red flashing light.

"You have 1 New message from, 1:25, AM."

Mike snorted and groaned as a dim fade of conscious and awareness suddenly filled his head.

"Mhm… What?" Mike groaned, putting his hands up to his face and began to rub his eyes, "Aww, pff, shit. I fell asleep." He mumbled in a slurring manner. His eyes grew alight as his head snapped to the phone.

"You have 1 New message from, 1:25, AM."

"...AW SHIT! I fell asleep!" Mike launched from his seat. "FUCK! I forgot, I was suppose to pick up the goddamn phone." Mike let out a prolonged groan, placing his face into his hands and rubbing slightly. "Damn it..."

Mike dug his teeth into his ash-covered lip and looked over at the computer screen, "Power Left: 60%". Mike grudgingly moved his hand over to the phone and pressed the 'playback' button.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. 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 nodded to phone, as if the guy talking was actually there, and laid himself back into the seat. "Yeah yeah, whatever 'Phone Guy'; let's get through with it."

"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."

Mike let out a huge yawn and stretched out his left arm while his right hand attended to rubbing his eyes. "It should be illegal that you left such a long message."

"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."

It took a few seconds for the sluggish boy to comprehend what he had just said before he looked over at the phone with a dumbfounded expression. "Uh...heh. Wha- what again?"

"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."

Mike's lip curled disdainfully. Surely this was some kind of idiotic joke. "Psh, sure; whatever man. What the hell do you mean they get 'quirky'?"

"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."

Mike's eyes couldn't stop themselves from widening. His optics darted to the computer. He began to feel his heart beat with anxiety. "...Oh- fuck that shit." Mike scooted closer to the computer and started flipping through the cameras rapidly until he got to the main show area stage. The animatronics hadn't moved an inch. They were simply standing there.

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?"

"...The- The Bite of '87? The Bite of -okay, what FUCKING BITE? What the fuck are you going on about dude?!" Mike's heart was starting to race and he felt his hands get moist with sweat without even realizing it. He began to tug at his shirt and settled down into the chair abruptly.

"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."

Mike's throat erupted in a scornful chuckle of disbelief, "Dude, heh, it's too fucking early in the morning for this shit, man…"

"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."

"Well-" He swallowed. "Okay. S-so they are going to dress me up in a fuzzy suit? Heh, wow- call the fucking cops." Mike felt a grin creep up on him; relaxing his shoulders a tad bit and sinking into the chair.

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."

Mike's slim grin flipped almost on a dime. His arrogant and disbelieving aura shattered for a moment as he launched forward to the computer again and grabbed wildly for the switches. He checked the Show Stage feed. Still, nothing had moved.

"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 spun around to the camera. He gritted his teeth to the point he felt a searing pain in his jaw. "Dude! Shut the fuck up! I got it!" He didn't even realize his voice was shrill. The anxious lump in his throat got bigger and bigger and he couldn't swallow it.

"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."

"GOOD NIGHT?! Aw- okay- okay, f-fuck me. H-haha, fuuck me." Mike's face twisted and he looked over at the computer again: 4:51 AM. The animatronics still haven't moved. Mike stared for a moment. He blinked and lifted his head slowly; and then began to chuckle. Pleasantly enough, his heartbeat was slowing down and his color had returned. "Haha- alright… I know that entire story was bullshit. But I'll give you guys credit, eheh, you- you got me. You really got me." He rubbed his face with his hands wearily. "Man, ha, I- I need to stop smoking..." Mike chuckled. He drew in a deep breath and shook his head. He glanced down at the keyboard, and then looked back up. The animatronics had turn their heads… they were looking straight into the camera. And the screen went dark.

The feeling of calm was once again broken. "Hey- HEY! HEY! Woah! What the fuck!?" Mike propelled his body up, knocking the chair over. He frantically looked over over to his left and right. "Y-YO! OKAY! OK- Okaaay! A-Alright!" His body was beginning to cake with sweat. He was trembling. The lump in his throat was about to choke him. "I see h-how it is! You guys are ALL d-dick heads you know that?" The dimly-lit screen continued to glitch and show nothing but static and a dark screen.

All Mike could do was stare at the screen in utter disbelief, completely numb to every sensation in his body that was telling him that something bad was going down. He began to feel incredibly sick. His stomach gave a violent start and he abruptly swayed on his feet. This didn't feel like a prank. At all. Any sane, rational human being would've probably stayed inside the office. But, Mike had to go out there and find out what was going on. Despite what his mind and frankly his stomach told him, he wanted to stop whatever it was that was going on… it was his job, and he wasn't a pussy. Whoever was doing this shit, Mike was ready to out there, and kick his ass. But as Mike grabbed his flashlight and slowly walked out the iron door, he became fearful. He felt as if it was going to come down on him at any second. He trekked on sick feet into the West Hall, where at the very end, had a very ominous flashing light hanging over it.

"Okay- If any of you fuckin' diseased rats pop out in front of me... I'm gonna to punch you in the face and I'm gonna-" His feet gave out for a moment and he swayed a little. "I'm gonna- laugh my fucking ass of you little bitches." Mike frowned, trying not to let the stupid ass phone call disturb him.

Mike walked down the long hallway on sickly heavy footfall, passing the children's drawings, the hanging wires; and stars all around the hallway; every one of his steps making an unnerving echo throughout the restaurant.

"Yeah, o- okay. I'm here in a creepy ass restaurant, all-" He swallowed. "By myself, with apparently- haunted and killer animatronic robots, while my old girlfriends in college are probably having a fucking orgy with a bunch of studs right now…" He pressed his side against the wall momentarily and drew in a deep breath as his vision and coherence returned to him. "Stay in school kids, be as successful as meeeee."

Making his way to the end of the hallway, Mike shined his light back over to the Show Stage. Freddy and Chica were there, standing, looking out to the dining area, and completely stationary as usual… but Bonnie was nowhere to be seen.

Mike growled and ran his fingers through his damp, matted hair. He moved his flashlight all around the Dining Area. There was no sign of the rabbit. "It's not exactly fuckin' small, w-where the hell did Browny- er-" He clenched his jaw. "D-Don't fucking care about the names anymore." He inclined his head to the roof and stumbled back. To be honest, he was losing coherence. He couldn't think straight, at all. "YO! W-WHO THE FUCK MOVED BENNIE? SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK YOU- GONNA DO WITH HIM? HE'S A FUCKING BUNNY ROBOT FOR KIDS YOU FUCKIN'" He clenched his stomach and leaned down for a second. "JERKS..." Mike frowned deeply and shook his head, beads of sweat leaving his hair. He walked out into the dining room, slurring to himself under his breath. "Probably gonna like, I dunno- Try and fuck the damn robot…" A weary grin twitched upon his face as his feet dug into the ground. "Yeah... right in his assplates or some shit."

Now, what came next could've been a lot of things. Probably just his mind messing with him but... Mike could have sworn that he had heard a little girl, giggling right over at the Show Stage. Mike chuckled nervously, trying to convince himself this was his sick delusions. "I'm not going to pussy out now..." He shook his pounding head; trying his best to dismiss it. He decided the first thing he should check out was the Backstage area. Staggering slightly up to the door, Mike slowly and steadily creaked the door open with sweaty hands. He poked his flashlight in a bit. The room was even less comforting than the rest of the restaurant; filled with all the animatronics heads and a fucking... metal skeleton thingy that was just sitting on the damn table. Mike's vision swirled. He rested his weight against the doorframe. "Well... I'm-a fuckin' done with this job, tell ya that."

Mike slowly shut the door, and shined his flashlight up to the Show Stage again. Everyone was still there… Good. Mike took in a deep, wavering breath and walked past the stage in a quick pace. "Where could it have gone?"

Mike slowly crept up to the doorway that lead to the boys and girls bathroom, and leaned his head into the doorway, not wanting to actually to enter the bathrooms. He shined the flashlight down the hallway. "Uhm- Is uh… Burnette or something over there taking a nasty shit? I mean-" He scratched his sweating head. "W-with all the pizza- ha- I ha… Aw... fucking hell." Mike felt so sick. He couldn't keep it up with any of his own fucking jokes anymore. Whatever bit of comfort he had, was long gone, and the sick feeling was getting stronger and stronger. "This is fuckin'- I'm done with this shit! I don't know why I didn't do it before- b-but I'm so over this bitch! I'm calling the fucking co-".

Mike spun around on instinct, his light landing on a static, purple and fuzzy figure, that had somehow appeared right behind him. Mike, in a strange mix of a gasp and a shriek, snapped in a huge breath of air, and a strong stench hit his nose, causing a gag to form at his throat. It smelled fucking awful! Like a dead animal or a skunk! Mike's oncoming screech being voiceless and breathless as he collapsed against the wall, unable to take it anymore as the sick feeling took over. His flashlight fell to the ground and broke. Mike began to cough the extra air profusely, all the while Bonnie didn't move. It just stared at Mike. The animatronic rabbit continued to remain stationary, until jerking its head to the right, and to the left, with its plastic mouth cracked open, seeming to fall slack.

"Why, Hi there champ! You remember me? I'm your best- fre-fre-fre- I'm your best frei-Bon-Bon-I'm your best friend, Bonnie the Bunny-Rabbit!" The Bonnie animatronic spoke in its stupid, dumb, hillbilly voice, as always, but oddly glitchy and cutty between a few lines. Mike regained his bearings for a second, with his hand still over his mouth trying to keep the stench out; and the sick vomit out if it were to come. Whatever the case, it was obvious to Mike that this wasn't the actual animatronic, but some A-wipe in some sort of mascot costume. "Alright, you little fucking asshole. Once I get my bearings, I'm going to kick your purple ass!"

"That's against the ru-That's against the rules bud-buddy. -Help Me- going-going-going-i'm going to have to get your parents!" Bonnie glitched and whirred around. Except... in between lines; his voice didn't sound robotic-ish. It sounded like a living, breathing person was talking in bonnie's stupid voice, but it was more of a whimper…. With a dumbfounded look, still gagging and coughing, and with tears in his eyes, Mike was able to ask through his teeth "W-what...what did you just- say?"

"Ha-Ha-Ha! Hey do you-wan-want-wan-Do you wanna see me play my guita-play my guitar? I can you show you how to play i-do you wanna see me-see-me-see me-Do you wanna see me peel my skin off?-Hahaha!" Before Mike could even comprehend to what Bonnie had just said to him, the animatronic begin to FURIOUSLY claw and pick at its head, like a fucking animal furiously ripping off the flesh from its prey, its huge clumsy fingers trying to get a good handle on its own head. Mike's hands began to thrash, violently, unable to hold him still, as his legs turned to jelly, and his eyes were stretched wide. Mike felt the awful feeling his stomach grow stronger, tug at his heart, and his spine rattle with cold air. Through the near heart attack, cancerous feeling, and the horrible stench, Mike uttered in a state of utter terror "No...no, no n-no..."

Finally, the animatronic had found a good handle, and began to pull roughly, the metal ripping and screeching against Bonnie's shoulders, as he furiously pulled the hard metal off of it's head. His naked head was just a just a skinny, gray, square skeleton looking piece of machine, but without the flashlight, Mike could only see the endoskeletons naked outline. It turned its head; and looked at Mike with its glowing red eyes.

"Do you know what I-i-I-what I do for fun? I like eat pizz-I like to eat pe-people-I like to eat pizza! Your next Hahah!"

Mike turned away from the horrible sight, caring about nothing but getting away. Pushing himself to his feet, fighting through his swimming vision, he made a full front sprint to the Safe Room. Without his flashlight and the substantial lack of coherence, Mike lost his footing several times, accidently running into the a few chairs and hitting his left shoulder hard on the wall. He could hear Bonnie behind him, hard and fast stomps. Bile rocketed up to Mike's throat without a single causing reflex.

"Think of all the fu-fu-fun we could have! Run! Can't stop!"

Mike sprinted down the East Hallway, clutching at his stomach with his hand. He could see the light from his office... It was so close! He just had to make it. He could hear Bonnies heavy footsteps back in the dining area, as the distance increased between them. Mike ran straight into the Office, practically crashing against the wall. He fell to his knees, and heaved violently as he felt his body force his meals to rocket his throat, through his mouth, and onto the office floor, gagging and gasping for air at the same time; the horrid taste on his tongue. "Oh- Oh- hh- fuck! G-g - Oh God..."

Mike could hear the footsteps get closer and closer, but for some reason, they were coming around the left side of the office. The animatronic, robot, thingy, whatever, had gone around to the other hallway for some reason...But mike didn't care, in his blind instinct; stepping in his own regurgitation, He slammed his fist on the door button. The office steel door came crashing down. Without a moment's hesitation, he ran over to the other door and slammed his fist down on the button there too, encasing him inside his office.

"Holy fucking- SHIT!" A lump in his throat seemed to block his breathing, almost choking him as tears began to spill out of his eyes. "H-H-Holy fucking SHIT!" Mike grabbed the sides of his head roughly and began to pace; ignoring his now empty and irritated stomach, trying to comprehend just what the hell was going on. He was in deep panic, uncomprehending. Mike put his head against the wall. "I can't deal with this! I don't understand!"

Mike looked over at the monitor with swimming vision. 'Power Left: 40%" "Usage: Four bars", 5:50 A.M.'

'I've got enough power.. I've got enough power.. I'll survive.. I can...' Mike thought to himself, trying his damndest to calm himself down, knowing full well that the day shift would be coming soon, and Mike would be saved from whatever the fuck was going on… But, suddenly, the power began to drop dramatically… 39%, 38%, 37%, 36%, without stop, the power level continued to drop by the second.

"Oh- oh fuck...Oh- no, NO! NO! NO! Please God- please!" Mike ran over to the computer screen. His words came out in almost choked sobs, his heart pounding against his chest. "D-Don't do this to me!"

33%, 32%, 31%, 30%.

It suddenly occurred to mike that having both doors down was eating up the power! This meant if mike was going to try and survive the night, he was going to have to take a risk and open one of the doors.

29%, 28%, 26%, 25%

Mike frowned and slammed his fist onto the desk, "Fuck it… I'm not staying in this place any fucking longer!" Mike grabbed the keys to the front door, and his original clothing before he switched to the security uniform. With the blood pumping through his veins like a steam engine, and letting his survival instinct take over his logical thinking, mike took a deep breath, going over to the door, the smell of his vomit had encased the entire room. "Alright… 3...2...1…" Mike slammed his palm against the door, opening it instantly. "

Mike took another deep breath and began a full sprint down the hallway. Mike had somehow misplaced his memory for how dark it really was, and how hard it was to see without his flashlight, but he was determined, he wasn't going to let some fucking oversized ugly rabbit childrens robot kill him! No fucking way!

"Don't look back mike, don't look back!" Mike saw a pair of glowing eyes awaiting for him at the very end of the hallway! Whatever! Mike wasn't going down without a fight! No way! No fucking WAY! "I see you! You ain't stopping me you fucktard! I'll destroy you and your assplates! I'll-"

Suddenly, the figure LAUNCHED forward at Mike, yelling EAR BLUDGING screech, wrapping it's huge, yellow hand around Mike's throat, lifting him up in the air. Chica.

"Hello there! It's your favorite Kill Me, Please favorite cook! Chica!" The chickens animatronic body thrashed and jerked every which way, similar to an someone having a violent seizure, her beak chomping away at nothing uncontrollably.

Mike kicked his feet back and forth, hitting and pushing at chicas huge hand, trying to force chicas hand off of his throat! He gagged and breathed, DESPERATELY, trying to get a little bit of air! But no matter how much he thrashed, how much he struggled and moved around, she didn't budge her grip.

"That's not very ni-ni-nice! I guess we'll just have to Fix You to call your parents!"

"I'll-AACK-GAK...I'LL LEAVE HERE… AND I'LL NEVER COME BACK...don't-Don't kill-me! GAHAK!HUK! PLEE-ACHK..OHGAWH..AUGH...gah...pleae….please….."

"Le-Let's Eat! Let's Eat! Le-Let's Your going to die here" Chicas voice began to sound farther and farther suddenly became blurry, fuzzy, became harder to-to...to grasp… and all Mike could think about was his mom and dad, how hard his dad tried to be patient with him, how much he fucking missed his brother when he left, and all the fucking horrible things that him and his mom said to each other before. And all for what? Because Mike loved Doll...Such a stupid argument. What a fucking waste of a life. What a stupid fucking life!... And the thing that hurt the most about dying, was that he was never ever going to be able to do anything ever again.

PLease god!

I don', I don't want to die!

Oh DEAR GOD!

IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD!

PLEASE!

PLEASE!

I'm sorry!... I'm so so sorry….

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6 A.M

Mike's body jerked him awake as he began to go into a violent coughing fit, his neck had a huge red mark on it left by chica. He tried to call for help, but every time he tried to talk his throat felt like it was on fire. Rolling onto his side, and finding the strength to push himself up from the ground,onto his feet, he mumbled "I gotta.. I gotta get outta here..I can't… I have to… I….." over and over again. Finally lifting himself onto his two feet and standing up straight, he quickly lost his footing and fell against the wall. "I…" Mike's legs caved under him as he fell forward, landing straight onto his nose on the hard ground.…..