Hello everyone and welcome back. I apologize for not posting anything regarding this story for a while. It would be nice if you could read the notes I put before these chapters before these chapters began and respond appropriately. There are some things I could use a help on and I would encourage everyone to help out if they can. I also put an end note explaining some things that happen at the end of the chapter. So before I get to the comments and questions I got in the review, I want to put in my decision regarding FNAF4.

To start, I'm not sure how I'm going to use FNAF4 in this story. There's a lack of information, and some of them feel conflicting since they're mainly about what happened in '87. Odds are, I may or may not get FNAF4 involved at all, but we'll see how this turns out.

So with that, I'll answer some reviews.

Pokmon Master 101: "Uhhhh the main character of FNaF 1 is named Mike Schmidt. The guy who takes on nights 1-6 in FNaF 2 is Jeremy Fitzgerald, the guy who takes on night 7 in FNaF 2 is the Phone guy."

The start of this story takes place about a week after the end of FNAF1. The matching dates are in 1993 and 1999. Most people in the community have decided 1993, but I decided to go with 1999 because after that year, it's a new millennium. Now, the main purpose of the game, in my opinion, is to get through 5 nights at Freddy's (...Ha), which eventually turned into 7. About FNAF2, the part about Jeremy is true, but I'm having mixed feelings about the Phone Guy. He did say he'll probably take the 7th shift, but I heard "PROBABLY" meaning he may not have...

"Why don't you have them finish the song."

I explained it in the end note. Basically, the second half would not make sense to anyone because neither Joseph nor Geren have been in the restaurant before the start of the story. Also, the animatronics were trying to apologize. If the second half was included, it would destroy the entire purpose of the apology.

Okay, that's all the question. Now I'm gonna decide where this story is going. I'm going to keep this one going and add a second arc to it. I'm going to be busy from time to time, but I'll update whenever I can.

I read that Fanfiction is not a fan of author notes only, so I wrote down an extra chapter for the first arc. Have fun!

...Renaming stuffs probably won't be.

Disclaimer: Blah blah blah respective owners. Blah blah pizza.

Extra

Saturday, Nov.27th, Afternoon

"Not again…" He muttered. He was told it was just window shopping, but he knows her. She has a thing for fashion, and that could change her mind at any moment…right now actually. This time, he's the one with the wallet, so the money's safe…Maybe. He has to go find her again. There isn't anything else he wants to do in a mall, except have lunch together. What should they have, chicken tenders with mash potatoes and gravy? Or hot dogs with great tasting French fries? Or salad with ranch dressing on top? Whatever the choice is, she's going to try to tease him over a certain something.

During his search, he heard sniffling. In a lively place? It's not any of his business, but he was tempted to look. He saw someone standing in front of a board filled with pictures of people with letters next to them; a missing person board. He grimaced; the person there must be related to one of them. He found himself standing close to the board. He doesn't know any of these people, but he was compelled to look at them. "Did you lose someone too?" He heard a question coming from the woman in tears.

"No…But pretty close." He answered. The woman's gaze turned back to the one paper on the board; a much younger woman, most likely the daughter considering the resemblance. He read her name as Ann Colins, and she's been missing…for about a week? That's not too long ago. He glanced at the woman again, getting her attention. He quickly looked away, placing a hand behind his neck. "Sorry. I was thinking about what I said."

"What was it about?"

"…I was thinking I could've been on the board as well. It was a…" How to say it? "…Poor career choice." And she would be standing here, wondering where I am.

"She said the same thing. Poor career choice." The woman's response got his attention with alert eyes.

"Seriously?" He suddenly pressed a hand on his head wincing at a pain.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah…" He adjusted his glasses. "I'm fine, just a headache I get sometimes." I'm still not over it.

"Mikey!" A sudden voice made him look toward the source.

There she is. He looks at the mother. "I got to go. I hope she's found."

"Thank you."

He walks toward the lady that called him. "Did you have to walk away every time you find something?" He questioned.

"My bad~." She pecked him on the lips, making him brighten up. "So who was that?"

"Just a worried mother." He responded.

"Oh~. Your mom?"

"No, it's…" He saw her grinning. "…First you run off, now you tease me? I'm picking what we're having for lunch."

"You want me to spoon feed you, Mikey, in front of a lot of people?" She asked, obviously playful with the idea.

Regardless, he grins. "I don't care if they watch." Avoiding certain fate made him realized how important are the things he has.