Author's Note: Hello hello, this is my first fanfiction on this site, which I'm sure you've heard time and time again. I hope you all enjoy this story, feel free to leave a constructive review after reading. Updates do not follow a schedule, but shouldn't take longer than 2 weeks. Chapters should be longer than this one, as I wanted to make this one shorter.

Feeling the cool Spring breeze blow along, Mike approached the steps to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. He glanced back at his car, alone in the empty parking lot, ensuring its safety. Not that it mattered, it was possible that he wouldn't leave the restaurant tonight, at least not in one piece. Stepping into the darkened reception area, he pulled his phone out to use its flashlight, as he made his way to the security office.

Mike took a moment to glance at the three animatronics perched upon the show stage, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, and the titular Freddy Fazbear. All three stood frozen, wearing gleeful expressions, as if they could immediately start one of their songs at that moment, performing for children and their parents. Mike had never been in the restaurant during the day aside from his interview, during which he noted the excitement the characters drew out of the children who adored their songs. He thought about his shock and subsequent horror he faced when he started his first week, upon learning of their true behaviour shown at night. He thought of the terror he felt upon seeing Bonnie and Chica begin to travel the restaurant in the direction of his office, seeing Bonnie and Chica peer into the office through the windows as he scrambled to shut the door, and later of dealing with Foxy and Freddy Fazbear himself.

Despite his desire for self preservation, Mike went for his next night afterwards, and another, leading to him beginning his third week. His manager, whom he had already disregarded any notions of humanity and concern, wrote an attempt of praise on his second paycheck, "No one has stayed for two full weeks, good job kid". Mike thought of his parents, who of which he decided not to tell of the horrors he faced, began to notice his lack of sleep, lowered grades and generally instability. Just prior to work Mike had had an argument with his father, who began to suspect that Mike wasn't telling the truth on what his work truly entailed, asked to visit the store with him and meet the manager in a private meeting. Mike understood his concern, but obviously would be forced to find another job if his parents knew the true nature of the pizzeria at night, and a verbal fight had ensued.

After texting his father an apology, Mike noticed that it was 11:59pm, and promptly made his way to the office to begin his third week. When he started his second week, he learned that the animatronics would continue to be as aggressive as ever, not returning to the docility he faced on the start of his first week. Not that it mattered, Mike had mastered the animatronics, learned all of their quirks, and began to find some semblance of safety each night, as the four aggressive robots could not trick him, nor could they drain his power. Nonetheless he was curious to see if they had anything new to try this week, as clearly Mike wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He dropped his bag into the drawer in his desk intended for such use, and plumped himself into the chair to begin his shift.

The moment 12:00am struck, Bonnie and Chica immediately ran off the stage, Freddy quickly joining them, to begin another night of hell. Mike immediately had to slam the left door shut to counter Bonnie who clearly wasn't playing any games anymore, and went straight for the security guard. Chica came by, and Freddy was quickly approaching the East Hall Corner. Foxy was standing outside of Pirate Cove, preparing a mad dash for the door. Mike was ready for this, and acted quickly, not letting his guard down once. The night began smoothly for Mike, he was able to fend off the animatronics, who at this point made their frustration clear, twitching and acting erratically, showing more violent behaviour than before.

The night was as intense as ever, the constant threat of being stuffed into an animatronic suit lingering over Mike. Hours went by, and he was as alert as ever with his movements, checking the door lights and cameras routinely. Around 5:00am, Mike took note that the animatronics were becoming notably less active than they had been, and had travelled away from his general vicinity. Mike found this was odd, as they kept pressure on him throughout the night, there was always at least two of the animatronics near him. He searched through the cameras, but could not find them. Foxy's curtain was wide open, causing Mike to instinctively slam his right door shut. After waiting a few seconds, he didn't hear a knock, but decided to leave the door shut just in case the fox was playing games with him.

As Mike scanned through the cameras in the rooms to his left to find Foxy, he came across the camera in the West Hall Corner, where Mike noticed that the poster that usually contained Freddy telling the world to party had changed to that of a golden bear. Mike leaned forward in his chair to make sure he wasn't losing his mind, as he had hallucinated about the animatronics on several occasions. He heard a giggle, and turned away from his computer and saw a large golden bear, resembling Freddy Fazbear slumped on the floor, its black eyes staring back at him.

Mike wasn't sure what to do, he stood up and backed himself to the desk, he felt his hands shaking as they gripped the oak desk. He felt the sweat quickly build on his forehead, he had never seen this animatronic in his two weeks doing the night shift. The golden bear motionlessly stared back at Mike, its eyes appearing as endless voids. Seconds felt like minutes, and they were only broken when the golden bear suddenly leaped up at Mike, its arms reaching out to grab him. Without thinking he kicked his chair at the bear, it rolled into the bear, but instead of colliding with the bear, it vanished into thin air, leaving the chair to hit the wall behind where it once sat.

Too shocked to process what just occurred, Mike slumped down on the floor, finally exhaling. What was this new character? Was it an animatronic, or another hallucination? How did it teleport out of his office? Before he could even attempt to answer his own questions, Mike noticed Chica and Freddy standing in the open right doorway. Faster than he thought he could move, he slammed the door shut as Chica raised her hand and Freddy moved towards the door. Mike turned to the left door and saw Bonnie and Foxy staring through the window next to the door he had shut earlier.

Mike allowed himself to lay flat on the ground as he began to cry, a mix of happiness at his survival and stress coming to surface. He smiled up at the ceiling, happy to be alive, listening to the hum of the fan and other electronics within the cramped office, when the power went out. Mike went pale, and any spark of happiness quickly left his body.

Crap crap crap crap!

He sat up and looked through the doors that had opened due to the loss of power, and saw four sets of eyes faintly staring back at him through the darkness. Freddy's face lit up as he started to play a song that sounded like it came from a music box, his eyes turning on and off, dancing with the music. Mike stared motionlessly back at Freddy who returned with his own stare, as the song played. The other animatronics stood by as Freddy's song continued, it must have only lasted a few seconds, but to Mike it felt as though an eternity had passed as he came to terms with the fact that he finally was defeated.

I finally was outdone, but not even by any of the four animatronics... What was that bear?

Mike thought of his parents at home, who he left on undesirable terms, causing him to regret his actions even more.

My poor mom, she'll lose her son, and my poor dad will think that this is somehow his fault.

He thought of his sister Anna, his best friend in the world, she was slightly older than Mike but was far more outgoing than the more reclusive Mike. She knew about the job and the horrors Mike had faced, as she found Mike in the middle of a breakdown after his second shift, and helped him through the rest of his nights at the Pizzeria, supporting him all the way. She didn't like that Mike continued to work at the pizzeria, but knowing her brother wasn't one to give when he committed himself, conceited and helped him plan out strategies to fend off the hostile animatronics.

If I'm gone, her world would be destroyed. I can't do that to her.

Freddy's song ended abruptly, leaving Mike in complete darkness, he couldn't even see the animatronics eyes in the dark anymore. Mike collapsed once again on the floor, crumpling into a ball as he began to cry into his hands He heard footsteps in the dark, hearing Freddy and the others step closer. He felt a cold, hard animatronic hand grab one of his hands that were shielding his face. Another one grabbed his other arm, and Mike felt himself lose conscience, as he passed out in exhaustion and fear.

Mike's father paced around the kitchen, frustrated. At the table sat Mike's mother, who had listened to the argument unfold as she was preparing herself for bed. When she heard it heating up, she separated her husband and her son, sending Mike off to work while she fixed herself a glass of milk and brought her husband into the kitchen to talk.

"Sarah, he's not telling us everything. Something is going on at his work, Micheal has been acting strange ever since he started working there. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he's a mess," his dad said, raising his hands in defeat.

"You could have communicated that to him clearer, Tom. He's stressed out enough as it is, he doesn't need his parents adding to his problems."

"I don't know if its his manager or a coworker, or the nature of the work, the fact that it's a night shift, I just wish he would tell me. I'm his father."

"I don't disagree with you dear. Micheal is a very honest kid, I can tell when he's lying, he's not very good at it. He'll talk to us about it when he's more comfortable."

"I feel as though he doesn't trust me," Tom said, shaking his head as he thought about the words shared earlier. It had been a very long time since he and his son had an argument, let alone one as intense. He felt bad about the words exchange, and felt as though he could have handled the situation better. Sarah finished the glass of milk she had prepared herself before replying to her husband.

"I don't think that's the case. I agree that something is bothering Micheal, he hasn't been himself the past two weeks. He usually tells one of his if something is up, and I just think we should give him some time."

"Alright, you win. I'm too tired to think about this anymore."

"Some sleep will do all of us some good," Sarah concluded, putting her cup in the sink and following her husband to their bedroom.

Inside of her bedroom, Anna slumped onto the floor against the door. She had been listening to the conversation between her parents. Mike had told her about the true nature of his job, and she feared for his life, but felt that there was nothing she could do to stop him. A tear fell down her cheek as she thought about what he brother was going through at that very moment in the Pizzeria.

Mike awoke feeling an intense pain on his head. He felt dizzy, and glanced around as his vision cleared up, seeing that he was in a room with a television with two couches and two armchairs facing it, a wooden table and chairs off in a corner, large bookcases in another corner, and two doors leading out on either side of the television. He was wrapped snugly in a blanket on the larger couch facing the television, which was turned off. The room was dark, with all the lights turned off aside from a lamp next to him. The only window had heavy curtains blocking its view.

Where am I? Am I in someone's home? Is this some sort of lounge?

Mike remembered the events of the previous night, how he was finally defeated by them.

Who was the golden bear? Was I stuffed into an animatronic suit? Am I dead?

Deciding to explore his surroundings, Mike climbed up, and unwrapped the blanket he had slept in, placing it next to him. Immediately his head began to spin, he felt everything go dark round him for a moment as he waited for his mind to wake up with the rest of himself. His head was killing him, whatever happened last night he was going to feel for the rest of the day. Mike noticed a clock on the wall next to the door to the right of the television.

9:52. Crap.

Wherever he was, it was long after his shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was scheduled to have ended. Thinking of texting his parents to let him know that he was ok, Mike reached for his phone, only to notice that it was missing from his right pocket, where he normally kept it. Panic returned to the security guard, as he realized he was alone.

Mike opened the door next to the clock, and to his surprise, it opened into a familiar room at the Pizzeria. The room he had slept in was connected to the backstage, where spare parts for the animatronics were kept, along with costumes, tool kits, and other maintenance-related items. Making his way to the door that lead to the main dining area, Mike noticed that the animatronic costumes had not been moved, meaning the animatronics had not tried to stuff him into a suit once they presumably caught him. He shuddered as he passed the spare animatronic heads lined on the shelves, remembering on more than one occasion spotting them all turned towards the camera, staring into his soul.

Stepping into the dining area, more questions came to Mike. Everything was as it should be, the place was clean and organized, as it was when his shift began the previous night. Turning to the stage, Mike saw that the three animatronics were motionless in their intended spots, innocent and smiling to the empty dining area, giving no indication of the nightly routines. He kept a close eye on them as he made his way to the main front door, wanting nothing to do with the evil robots, when he remembered that his bag was in the security office, and he still didn't have his phone. Without a desire to spend any more time in the pizzeria that day, Mike hastily made his way back towards his familiar workspace, bumping into a chair on the way, which he blamed on his lack of composure.

Once he arrived in the security office, he immediately noticed that the mess made during his fight with the golden bear had been cleaned, the room looked as if nothing of note had occurred the previous night. Turning to the desk, Mike spotted his bag, which was removed from the desk drawer, placed gingerly on the desk with his phone next to it, and curiously a cupcake, similar to the one on top of the computer monitor, eyes made of icing and all, smiling back at him. Mike frowned as he lifted it up to his face, examining it closely.

"Who brought you out for me? Aren't these meant for the kids during the day?" He asked the cupcake, which had nothing to say in return. Mike recognized the cupcake as the very one that children could order during the day, or would receive for free on their birthday. Mike felt a wave of hunger travel through his body at the thought of food, he hadn't eaten for nearly 12 hours, but stopped himself from taking a bite when he realized the potential danger.

If one of the animatronics brought this out, they probably are trying to poison me with it. Chica's in the kitchen a lot at night and probably added something to it. No thanks.

He decided to leave the cupcake on the desk, and collected the rest of his belongings as he made his way back towards the reception area to finally leave the hell-hole of a workplace he was employed at. Mike was about to open the door when he noticed a second car in the parking lot, along with his own.

"Hey, you're still here?"

If Mike had screamed any louder, he probably would have shattered the glass windows.

"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry! I just thought you had left, your shift ended almost 4 hours ago," Mike whipped around to see a middle-aged man facing him, wearing a white chef's uniform and floppy hat. He was of average height, with a mustache and short dark hair that clearly indicated an Italian background. "You're the night security guard, right?"

"Yeah… last night didn't go too well, and I blacked out. I woke up in some sort of lounge, not too long ago," Mike said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his spare hand, the other holding his belongings.

"Rough night, you say? Did somebody break in?"

"No, I saw a golden bear, it attacked me, and I guess I passed out from pure exhaustion or something."

"A golden bear, you say? Are you sure it wasn't Chica?"

"No, it was in the security office right in front of me, I could tell it wasn't her," Mike shook his head, he clearly remembered it being a golden version of Freddy. "Wait, you know that the animatronics can move into the office?"

The chef sighed and shook his head, turning his gaze to the floor. "Come grab a seat in the dining area, you and I need to have a chat."

"So let me get this straight. You know that the animatronics not only move at night, but you also say that they don't stuff the security guards into animatronics suits, they just like to scare the guards for fun. Is that what you're saying?"

Mike and the chef, who revealed his named to be Tony and the head chef of the pizzeria, sat at one of the tables in the pizzeria talking, where Mike went through the details of the previous night, along with the hell he had put up with during the two weeks he had already completed, and the conditions he woke up in. The guard didn't seem surprised by what he had to say, and had even revealed that the animatronics, specifically Chica who help the kitchen staff by preparing the dough and pizza sauce at night for the following day.

"That's exactly it. They get a kick out of scaring teenagers like you, most of which apply due to the rumours that spread about this place," Tony said, with a smile.

"But they're animatronics, they're robots, they aren't sentient."

"I don't know what they truly are, Mike. All I know is that I've been working since the first location opened, and they've been the same at night ever since. Helping with the kitchen prep at night, while giving the security guard a scare. It's been a blessing too, on nights when there isn't a security guard, they clean the whole store, polish the floors, fix light bulbs, extcetria."

"What do they do when they catch the security guard, then?" Mike asked, still not entirely buying what Tony was telling him.

"Exactly what they did last night. Wrap you up in a blanket and let you sleep, or go back to the stage and try again the following night," Tony answered with a chuckle.

"I guess that explains why so many guards quit, and spread rumours. Those guys are terrifying at night." Mike couldn't help but laugh himself as he thought of some of his college friends being scared by a giant robot bear that got its kicks from terrorizing teenagers. "But then, why does the manager keep hiring security guards? With such a high turnover rate, isn't it more work than it's worth?"

Tony shook his head at this. "I'm not entirely sure, but it has something to do with insurance, I think. One way or another it's simply easier for the boss to keep hiring new security guards."

"I suppose that makes sense." Mike said, with a smile, feeling at ease now that he knew that his life wasn't on the line anymore. He felt that he could trust Tony, he seemed like an honest guy. Then he thought again of the golden Freddy he had seen last night, and his strange ability to teleport. "What about the golden bear?"

Tony's smile went away. "That's Golden Freddy, or just "Goldie". He used to be the star of this place, along with a similar "Golden Bonnie", they were the original animatronics years and years ago. One day the golden bunny stopped working and had to be scrapped, leaving Golden Freddy as the sole attraction, so the owner decided to retire him and bring a new set of animatronics, the ones that are here today. Golden Freddy is still kept in the back room, and I've heard on occasion he likes to come out and scare the security guard along with the rest of his friends."

Mike thought about this for a moment. Another animatronic in the back, one that was retired? Who was this "Golden Bonnie"? "What about him teleporting?" Mike asked the head chef.

"I don't know about that, perhaps since you probably passed out due to exhaustion, you may not have seen the bear leave quickly," Tony answered.

"That's probably right." Mike replied, when he felt his phone buzzing. He looked down at it, and saw a series of missed texts from his family, and a call coming in from his dad. "Shoot, I've got to get going, I'm late for class." Mike said as he quickly began to gather his things to get going. He scowled at the time, it was almost quarter to 11:00.

"I best be getting back to my work, too. Most of the day staff and the manager come in at 11:00, when we open the store." Tony replied, making his way back to the kitchen. "It was nice chatting with you, I hope you decide to stay, you seem like a good kid."

Mike smiled back at the man. "Thanks for talking with me, I appreciate it. See you around." He smiled as he walked out the pizzeria, heading towards his car. As he drove home, he thought about the pizzeria some more. The animatronics are more than just robots. They like to scare the guards? They can cook and clean? Who left me the cupcake, was it Tony or one of the animatronics? Who really was this "Golden Freddy"? Despite all the answers Tony gave him, Mike had even more questions than answers at this point. What exactly was he dealing with?