They all woke up in the dark, almost unable to see anything. Their memories wiped of everything that happened in the past 24 hours. Robbed of most items they carried with them before. Locked in a shut down facility. A fazbear entertainment facility, where they tested some ideas and had and produced their animatronics. To them it was going to be a corporate nightmare.

Jock Tux:

He woke up confused. Not scared like everybody else, no that wasn't his thing. But greatly confused, he went to bed and then he just randomly was here. Maybe, it was a dream. But the gun in his holster constantly jabbing him in the side showed, this wasn't any type of fantasy. Voices of terror and confusion came from other people around him. It may have been dark but he could still see. Jock was the first one to get up while other people conversed, cried, one actually just went to sleep convinced this was a dream. Jock looked around to find that they were in some open factory, there was a giant roof above them, locked metal double doors, and a few robot looking things on an assembly line, and finally a set of stairs that led to multiple rooms and led a perch that circled the whole main room. Typical facility.

One little boy about 5 years old walked up to Jock, confused but not a hint of fear on their face, just like Jock was.

"Hello mister, I just realized that you were the firstest to stood up." The child obviously didn't have the greatest of grammar.

"Mhm," Jock hummed, craning his neck to the ceiling.

"Do you know where we are?" the child asked.

"No clue kid,"

"Oh, I'm Mikey!"

"Huh?" Jock was confused now.

"It's my name!"

"Oh" He didn't know what to say.

"What's yours?"

"Jock."

"Coolio" Mikey smiled, his teeth very white and one was missing. The kid had curly short black hair, brown eyes, and a bright smile, his blue tank top sort of matched his skin in a way, he was probably african american but Jock wasn't the one to assume so he subsided the descriptive thought. Just like he shouldn't assume this kid was completely innocent. Or a kid at all. Thoughts began to fill his mind. Any one of the people here could actually be some lunatic murderer in disguise, who kidnapped them and put them here.

"Hello? Mister?" Mikey was waving.

"Oh sorry kid, zoned out for a bit." Jock blinked, he grew a bit uncomfortable. Maybe his thoughts were true and one of them could be a murderer.

"Do you wanna form a team?" Mikey asked standing on his toes

"What do you mean?" Jock replied confused.

"Like a group! Maybe we could break the door" Mikey made an explosion sound.

"Cute." Jock said plainly. Although it could never hurt to try…

"What the hell is going on here?" A scruffy old man walked through a door followed by a man in a lab coat.

"Haven't seen anyone here since the lockdown." The man said to himself.

"I keep tellin' ya Clay! There ain't no lockdown!" The scruffy man who looked to be the janitor scolded the man.

"We've been here for 2 days Sherlock. Of course it's a lockdown" They man named Clay replied, rubbing his temples.

"Excuse me, who are you guys?" a girl who looked older than Jock but still shorter asked Clay and Sherlock.

"I was one of the technology testers here, and this scruffy old geezer is the janitor. Now y'all look like a bunch of scared kids who don't know how you got here, and frankly neither do we, but it would be nice if you explain to us who you are."

"Well, uh, I'm Thomas." A tall young man replied, he was probably the tallest here and had a thick British accent, he wore some weird brown leather jacket, which was unzipped, revealing a white tee underneath.

"I'm Chloe," The girl introduced, slightly raising her hand. She had weird bright green eyes that could pull anybody inside, pools of green that reminded him of shamrocks, right off the bat you could tell she was very irish by her ginger hair, pale freckled face, and obvious accent.

"I'm Brook, and actually I do know how we got here!" another girl shouted as everyone went quiet, she seemed to remember what happened, she wore what looked like a heavy weight of makeup, that looked unhealthy for a girl her age. She wore a pink hoodie and cargo pants, which was infested with numerous pockets. "We were attacked! And brought here!"

So part of Jock's theory was right. They were brought here by someone. Everyone except Clay and Sherlock immediately asked "By who?"

"Well I dunno, I don't remember that much" Brook shrugged

Everyone sighed.

"Well I still want to know the classification of the rest of you." Clay said, folding his hands together.

"I'm Megan," another girl said, wearing a simple hoodie and jeans combo, their black hair tied into a ponytail, she had slightly bigger eyes than what you would see in an average person. She had a bit of a round head.

"Mikey!" Mikey shouted, raising his hands up in the air.

Jock realized he should also probably say his name, "Name's Jock."

"Lee Huang!" A boy in weird looking clothes said, bowing. Jock wondered what culture he was from to be doing a bow to a complete stranger.

There was two who didn't say their names and looked like they were trying to hide away, a little girl with short brown hair and tiny mouth and eyes hiding behind her teddy bear and an older kid, about 15 or 16 who had their hoodie covering their eyes, they wore all black. Jock figured if anyone here was a psychopath it was probably the hoodie kid.

"Right, now that we have most of you introduced, I should probably warn you about some things-" Clay started before Sherlock interrupted.

"There are crazy monsters here! They're made of metal and built with vicious jaws and horrendous talons! They're bigger, faster, and will always catch up!" Sherlock shouted.

"Calm down Sherlock. But yes, what he said was true. He is not just some lunatic, he's actually correct. The things we tested here at this fazbear industry were animatronics and their production. And they've all seemed to have gone haywire, with some exceptions." Clay nodded to the assembling tables, none of the animatronics there moved, nor even twitched or did anything, just merely plates of metal in the background.

Some murmurs and whispers came from the small group, most saying that it wasn't possible.

"I understand your doubt, but I assure you once you see one, you will believe us. And then maybe we can seriously start developing a plan to get out of here." Clay announced in response to the wave of doubt. And almost on cue, footsteps came from the ledge across the room, heavy and quick, then an automatic door up there slid open...