Mike woke up in a cold sweat, with his eyes darting frantically around his room, he realised he was home. With a shudder, he remembered his nightmares from the night before.
Mike was in his office, starting his shift, when he heard the phone ring. Answering it, all he heard was heavy breathing before whoever was on the other side whispered in a hoarse voice: Get out, or you will die. The phone then went dead, not even a dial tone. Mike grabbed his tablet and turned it on, only to find the animatronics on the stage staring straight at the camera. As he looked to his left, then to his right, he saw two buttons, marked for the hall light, and the door on either side. Looking back to the tablet, he saw that the only animatronic left on the stage was Freddy, still staring at the camera. He switched to the hall camera only to find it was filled with a purple rabbit, covered in blood stains, with even more blood dripping from her mouth. Flinching at the sight, Mike switches to the other hallway camera, to find a large yellow chicken standing there, head tilted back, exposing her double rows of teeth. The row of teeth in her beak was wide, and flat, while the teeth behind those were like needles, long, sharp, and covered in blood. Looking to his left, he saw the rabbit standing there, with a look of bloodlust in her eyes, about to enter the office. Mike reached out as fast as he could and closed the door. It came down with a slam, making the floor shudder from the force on impact. Looking to his right, He saw Chica standing in the doorway, with the same look of bloodlust that Bonnie had, while getting into a crouching position. Lunging for the door button, Mike tripped, and fell to the floor, in front of the crazed animatronic chicken. Looking up, he saw she was about to pounce, and closed his eyes. He waited for his death, and just about when he thought he was going to make it, he heard a noise. It sounded like buzzing, growing louder and louder, never ceasing. He looked up to find that the chicken was staring at him, opening and closing her mouth in time with the buzzing sound. It grew to a point where Mike had to cover his ears because the noise was so deafening, yet the volume only continued to rise, undeterred by the blockade in front of his eardrums. He watched as the chicken slowly reached out to him, and just as she was about to touch him, he jumped awake to the sound of his screeching alarm clock.
"Thank god." He thought, glad that the only thing that can bother him at this moment was his alarm clock.
He got up, put on a fresh change of clothes, as his other ones were drenched in sweat, and ate the last of his Corn Flakes. He made a mental note to remind himself to buy cereal the next chance he could.
Looking at his clock, he saw that it was almost four in the afternoon. "Must have slept pretty hard, I guess six hours of terror will do that to you." He thought, getting a sweatshirt on.
His walk to the pizzeria was uneventful, to say the least. There wasn't much to see in a small town in the middle of nowhere. If he was lucky, he might see someone passed out drunk against the side of a building, but other than that, nothing else.
When he finally made it to the pizzeria, the parking lot was full, as if the whole town was there.
Walking toward the dilapidated building, Mike looked inside the glass doors and saw children running about, and their parents talking amongst themselves, pretty much the same thing he saw when he walked in the day before, the only difference being the way he saw the place; more like a deathtrap, rather than a kid's pizza parlour.
He walked inside to be assaulted by the smell of greasy pizza, the sound of screaming children, and the barely audible sound of music coming from the stage. At the admittance counter, he didn't have to pay. Since he was an employee, they had his picture on the wall so they could let him in whenever he pleased.
He remembered the path to his manager's office, and knocked before entering, finding Phil's office only slightly less cluttered than when he walked in the day before.
"Mr. Schmidt, please take a seat, we have a lot to talk about I presume." Phil said, gesturing to the chair.
Mike took his seat, and thought about what he should say. "Should I ask him about the animatronics? Is he hiding something else from me?
"You didn't tell me that the animatronics move at night." Mike started. "Since that was something that you didn't tell me, I get the feeling that that wasn't the only thing that you are hiding." He continued. "The animatronics don't move at night because of a need to keep their servos from locking up, do they?"
"You are correct, they don't move for that reason. The truth is they're actually alive, but the children don't know. All they see are animal robots that sing songs about pizza." He said, looking the least bit surprised about their sentience."To be honest, I want to help, but there really isn't much I can do. You made it through the first night, and that is in itself not very common. I can see you being a good night guard, but only if you keep quiet about this."
Mike looked at his manager with a look between shock and confusion. Gathering his thoughts he asked a question. "Well, since I'm going to be almost dying for the next four days, I think I deserve a raise."
His manager looked back at him, but not with a look of anger, or frustration, but more of a look of interest, seemingly pondering the possibility of Mike surviving the week with the animatronics.
"Very well then, I will give you one-thousand a week, that sound fair?" Phil said, but before Mike could accept his offer, he said something else. "I will also give you a map of the building, and a few other things that should help. Like I said, I want to help, but I can only do so much."
Mike looked back at his boss skeptically, wondering if he should trust the man sitting before him. "Well, it's not like I have any other options, and any help I can get would be nice."
"Very well then, I accept your offer." Mike said, extending his hand.
Phil said, while grasping Mike's hand, "I know you won't regret this, so just trust me on this, okay?"
Nodding quickly, Mike retracted his hand, and giving his boss one last look, left the office, to find the noise had died down quite a lot, with the sound in the building only a fraction of what it was before. Walking to the front door, he saw that a few of the rooms still had some parties wrapping up in them, the occupants still unaware of what kind of evil awaited the unsuspecting at night.
Looking at the large clock in the main dining room, he saw that it was nearly nine. "That took a lot longer than what I was expecting." Mike thought.
Deciding against going home, Mike stayed in the dining room, while taking occasional glances at the stage. "Damn, they're creepy." Mike thought.
He noticed that the animatronics moved very similarly to the way a person would. Their movements were fluid and graceful, as opposed the choppy movements of any normal animatronic animal. Looking at Bonnie's guitar, he noticed that there appeared to be actual strings on the instrument, with it actually being played by her, rather than it just being a recording playing through the speakers. When they were done with their song, being about teamwork or something like that, the animatronics didn't just shut off, but they appeared to stay alert, looking around the room, until Chica spotted Mike.
She got the attention of the other two, and directed their gazes toward the unlucky human standing in the room.
It was in this moment that Mike knew, he was going to die. All of the animatronics glared at him, not with the half expression that you would expect from an animatronic, but with a look of pure hatred. The kind of look that implies violence is just around the corner, and unfortunately for Mike, it was. He started looking for a way out of the room that wouldn't bring him any closer to the stage. Finding a hallway to his left, Mike was glad he didn't have to go closer, for fear of what would happen to him if he did.
"I don't want to stay here and scare myself too much before my shift starts." He thought. "Maybe I should go, I don't want to have to stay in here any longer than I have to."
As Mike was walking down the hallway, he saw what appeared to be a storage room, with children's drawings hung up on the walls. He would have kept walking but one drawing seemed familiar to him, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at it.
He walked in, and grabbed the paper off the wall, studying it now that he could get a better look at it. It was a very crude drawing, with what looked to be the members of the Fazbear gang holding hands with a child. The only way one would be able to tell who was who was the colors of each. On the very left was a purple stick figure with a few rabbit-like qualities, on its right was a large brown figure, with small ears. On the brown figure's right still was a yellow figure, with orange legs, and a triangle sprouting from its head. The next one was much smaller than the rest of the figures, with more of a peach color to it, while appearing to wear a blue shirt and red shorts. The last figure, the right-most one was red, with the most detail put in it. It was obvious that it was a fox, with the attentive ears at the top of the head, the snout with many teeth, and the bushy tail that appeared to be wagging, judging from the motion marks at the side of it. At the bottom, in a mixture of the band's colors were the words "I love Freddy's!" written in large three-dimensional letters.
Mike flipped it over, and saw some writing written on the back: Mike, 1985
While he was reminiscing about his early childhood, Mike lost track of time, and he was only snapped out of his trance by the sound of a generator dying.
"Did I really take this long?!" He thought, as he began to run toward his office.
(A/N The part about the drawing was inspired by StartersoverLegends. If you haven't yet, go check out his story Five Nights at Freddy's: Another Side. It's amazing! The times I upload a new chapter will be kind of sporadic, because of school. If you have a tip, or just want to say something about my story, feel free to leave a comment, because I love to read what you have to say. I will try to get chapter 4 out as soon as possible.)