Author's note: Hello and welcome to my Fnaf fic. Some info about the setting and chapter structure/names.

This story takes place in an AU where the games and book timelines are merged. As such, there are characters from both timelines, albeit reimagined to suit the story and to make the canon more cohesive.

Now for the name structure, there are 3 types of chapter titles.

Journal- These chapters are in-universe journal written entries by Michael Afton. As such they're shorter and less focused than the proper chapters.

Proper name- These chapters are the proper story, following Charlie's POV. These are the actual story, more akin to the traditional way of conveying narrative.

Nights- These chapters are from the POV of animatronics. They don't follow any specific charcter. They are mostly longer than journals but shorter than properly named chapters.

Anywho, enjoy the story.

Monday 5th, August, 96

They moved me to the afternoon shift, those bloody wankers. They got scared, I can tell.

I mean, they did try to fire me, but after some thought, they decided to simply move me. Clever, they think they can keep me in check, that I won't try to find answers. Then again, I haven't been doing any favors for my appearance. Maybe it's that I've worked here since 87 and still somehow haven't quit or haven't suffered any ""accidents"". That's what happened to everyone else I used to work with. Poor Scott...Another reason might be that I do look a bit shady. After each night I looked like a corpse, not to mention the sweat. One night I even found a body spray at the desk. The new guys sure think they're funny.

Welp, I'll still keep looking. I do have quite a bit. I know what happened to most of them.

Gabriel, Fritz, Susie, and Jeremy are definitely still here. Not sure which one's which, but I am sure they're all looking at me. I know their fates were tragic and all, but must they be such pain and not even have the courtesy to stop staring while singing? Well, whichever one's Foxy is at least nice enough to hide while I'm at the shift. Always was my favorite. Speaking of...I have no clue where HE is. I know he is here somewhere. I've only seen HIM twice. But I can't find him during the day. I even checked the kitchen, nothing except some frozen, badly cut pizza. Lastly, there's still the...Stripes? Pinnochio? I don't know, everyone else I have some idea with, but they are still a mystery to me. I do know they are still here, that's for sure with the bloody posters and the music.

The ones back in the old local were all found and buried, and because of that, I doubt any of the Plastic was possessed. Made me feel batter when that fat lad got cut up. Laugh it up now, you bloody battery stealer (God, I only took over for one shift and I still hated him).

All right, gonna stop noting down, apparently, they'll soon get here the new guy for the night shift, all I know is that guy's name is Vincent Miller, definitely could use someone who won't keep staring at me. Maybe I'll honor Scott and record some messages for the phone? Who knows what'll happen.