Chapter 1

Well here it is! Yeah sorry I got this up so late but seriously though, I'm now a freaking freshman with Pre ap classes that promised to give us a lot of homework... Yeahhh, I'll try to update as much as possible though!

Also thank you all for your kind reviews, they're what motivate me to keep on writing and not abandon my story!

Fun fact: I named the purple guy after this guy who used to be in the same class as me in middle school, he was a fun dude but a bit of a jerk at times.

Btw I decided to divide this chapter in half since I felt the other half didn't fit in right with the first part.

But I hope you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer (Take it away Vincent!): Yeah TSA doesn't own FNAF except for the story plot... Can I leave now, this story is making me sick? *TSA slaps Vincent* OOWWW! Jeez sorry, your majesty!


Year: 2005, November.

The past seven years of Michael Schmidt's life has been a living hell.

First of all his dad blamed him for his mother's death due to her being in the accident in the first place for coming to visit him in the hospital. He also started taking out all of his anger out on him either verbally or physically, but what made it worse was that he forced him to get a job a while back and he had just barely turned fifteen the other day meaning that he had to lie about his age and state of health just to get it, plus he still had school to worry about.

Secondly was that in school all the teachers and principal gave him pitying looks because of his 'condition' and he despised it. At least they allowed him to wear hats to cover up his scars, but most of the kids resented him because of all the special treatment he got which included light work loads because of his short attention span and inability to focus long, courtesy from his dreaded injuries.

The thing that made it even worse though was that most of the kids believed he got all the special treatment because he was a demented phsycho who would go crazy if he didn't have everything his way. Mike winced as he recalled the incident that started that rumor from a while back...


1 month earlier...

Mike was sitting outside under the shade of a tree eating his lunch peacefully, it had been a long tiring day for the fourteen year old sophomore student. Earlier that day they had a math test that Mike was pretty sure he had aced even though he had a tough time concentrating, thank god the incident didn't mess up his IQ. He also had to go to work after school.

Anyways Mike was happily munching on his lunch under his favorite tree when a huge boy with a acne infested face and greasy blond hair sauntered up to him a scowl on his ugly face.

"Hey! Pipsqueak, why are you wearing a beanie, don't you know that's against the dress code!?" The boy sneered, making a grab for the 'offending' object. Mike dodged the meaty hand but dropped his sandwich on to the dirty ground in the process.

Mike let out a snarl squeezing his eyes tight and gritting his teeth, knowing that was all the food he was going to get until his father went to bed late at night. "Awww is the baby gonna cry over his spilled milk? Ha! Ha! Ha!" The boy laughed obnoxiously not noticing that Mike's eyes were changing.

Now before the accident Mike wasn't one to get worked up over petty things or loose his temper easily, but post-bite Mike is a whole different story. He gained an impulsiveness he never had before and gets ticked off... Very, very easily.

So when the older boy calmed down he was scared out of his wits when he saw a red faced Mike with black eyes and white pinprick pupils, which actually looked pretty terrifying. He also wasn't expecting for the scrawny boy to punch him in the stomach with the power of a freight train behind it.

Let's just say that by the end of the day everyone knew about Mike's temper and stayed out of his way, only a few people daring to stay or make friends with him, but even they were still a bit intimidated.

Well at least no one bothered him about his hats anymore.


It wasn't all that bad though at least he got to get away from his dad for a few hours and he did have a couple of friends at school. He also still had Jeremy and Vincent who were both now twenty and twenty-two respectively and picked him up from school every day in their shared car. Also his once bald head finally managed to grow a little hair just barely making it to a 'shaved head' hair style that sadly didn't grow over his scars.

No... What was really bothering Mike Schmidt was that his lousy excuse for a father was making him look for a SECOND job, because apparently his after school job at the local grocery store as a cashier wasn't enough.

So this is where we find Mike, in his room riffling through that day's newspapers, job-hunting for a job that needed someone to work a NIGHT-SHIFT because that was the only available time he could actually squeeze into his already busy schedule.

That was when he found it, the job he was looking for.

Help wanted!

Family pizzaria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.

From 12 am to 6 am.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$155 per week

The ad came with a picture of Mike's four old friends performing on stage, who he missed dearly after seven long years even though his memories of them were slightly fuzzy he still remembered all the good times they shared, but Mike couldn't help but feel as if someone or something was missing in the picture. Shrugging it off Mike circled the ad with a red marker deciding on calling tomorrow, the whole injury/dismemberment thing not fazing him at all.

"I'm finally coming back to my REAL family... That is if they still remember me..." Mike muttered to himself rubbing his head gently.

"Boy! Get down here and make me dinner, before I go up there and beat your a**!" Shouted his father from downstairs with his ragged voice.

"Yes, sir!" Mike called back rushing to get downstairs, even though he was a big risk taker now that didn't mean he wanted to get punished again like he did yesterday for taking too long.

'soon'


The next day: Saturday

Mike had just gotten of the phone that morning.

The manager sounding a bit too eager told him he could go over right now for his interview. Mike dressed up in his favorite outfit not caring that he was going to an interview.

His outfit consisted of a dark grey shirt underneath a casual olive green colored jacket with the front opened, dark blue jeans and plain olive green boots with grey soles that ended just below his knees, the black necklace he kept all those years ago hung around his neck and finally he pulled on a olive green beanie on his head, sucessfully covering his scars.

"Well here I go," Mike preped himself, leaving his room and padding past his dad who fell asleep on the couch... Again... And out the door.

After walking for a good ten minutes Mike finally reached his destination, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria looking the same as he last saw it. Mike felt his head pulse a little, but he was used to it after years of it happening when he was near somewhere familiar.

Steeling himself the young teen pushed the glass doors open and as soon as he step foot into the building it was all chaos.

Little kids were running around everywhere screaming and laughing, distraught parents were trying to pry their kids out of the building and waiters were trying to get the food to their tables... It was complete and utter madness.

... Ahh, brings back old memories.

Walking towards the very back of the building, where he knew the manager's office was -having been told were it was located over the phone- Mike realized something the animatronics weren't where they usually were onstage or walking around interacting with the children... Weird.

Walking down the hall and reaching a door marked 'Manager' Mike rapped on the door gently, waiting to see if anything happened.

"Come in"

Obeying the voice, Mike walked in with his hands stuffed into his jacket's pockets, quickly eye-balling his maybe future boss.

The man seemed to be in his mid-fourties, with graying brown hair and hazel eyes, he was wearing a red oxford shirt with a black tie underneath a black blazer. He was sitting behind a mahogany desk, his arms resting on it.

"My name's Mr. Johnson, now what's your name kid?" The Man -Mr. Johnson- said in a sleazy no-nonsense voice that sent shivers down Mike's spine.

"Oh, my name's Mike Schmidt, sir," Mike answered the older man's question quickly not looking him in the eye, hey just because he was impulsive that didn't mean he wasn't shy.

"Hmmm..." Mr. Johnson hummed while looking Mike up and down with calculating eyes,"Tell you what kid your hired."

"Really?" Mike asked in astonishment, not really thinking it would have been that easy to get the job.

"Yep, here this is your uniform," Mr. Johnson confirmed nonchalantly, sliding a flat box with a navy blue cap resting on top of it with the words 'security' stitched on it, across the desk where Mike picked it up with care.

"Umm sir, if you don't mind me asking, where are the animatronics? I didn't see them when I came in," Mike asked, clutching the box to his chest.

"Oh them, they're just in the back room getting their annual repairs done, you should be able too see them when your shift starts..." The man said a bit distracted.

"Oh, ok then," The teen replied.

"Now follow me, I'll show you where your office is," The older man told the younger male, before standing up and walking out of the office with Mike at his heels.

Walking a bit further down, they stopped outside of a small office with two entrances on either side. The office itself was messy with trash strewn everywhere and a desk pushed against the wall, but the most interesting things in there at the moment were the two occupants in there.

Jeremy and Vincent.

They were both dressed up in similar security guard outfits except Vincent's shirt and hat were purple for some reason and he had also forsaken his tie. They were both looking at a tablet, Jeremy with a bored expression and Vincent with a odd look in his eyes that Mike couldn't identify, but they quickly snapped into attention when their boss cleared his throat drawing their attention to them.

"Hello boys meet the new night guard, Mike Schmidt." Mr. Johnson intruduced. The Fitzgerald brothers gaped at Mike with surprise, their eyes holding a strange mix of fear and concern.

"Y-Yeah we al-already know each other," Jeremy stuttered out his voice wavering a bit, as if he were hiding something.

"Yeah we're good friends..." Vincent trailed off as he eyed Mike with a questioning glance.

"Ah, well that's good I just came by to show Mike his work space... Well I won't take anymore of your time, keep up the good work boys! Ha! Ha!" Mr. Johnson said with a hearty laugh as he walked Mike to the exit. Jeremy and Vincent shared a worried glance once they were out of sight.

"Do you think he'll make it?" Jeremy asked his older brother, knitting his eyebrows worriedly for their younger friend.

"He will be fine." Vincent said confidently before looking back down at the tablet.

"I hope so" Jeremy muttered before joining Vincent in keeping watch over the pizzeria, hoping that his young friend won't have a hard time.


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~TSA signing out!