Chapter 2

Yes its finally here! The chapter you all have been waiting for has arrived!

Also before anyone complains that I did a crappy job at describing what goes on during the night shift, I will say that is not my main concentration for the story since it does not matter until chapter 3.

So I will say everything moves along way better in the next chappie, so to anyone looking for the classic scares that come from the game don't worry it will happen in the next chapter!

Oh yeah, thank you all for your kind reviews they really do motivate me to keep on writing along with the favorites and alerts!

Plus feel free to make art of this story if you wish, all I ask is to tell me so I can see them.

One last announcement, please tell me if you all lovely readers feel that I should go back and edit my past chapters. Either by fixing mistakes or adding details. Plus I still need a beta reader!

Disclaimer by Mike: Oh uhh TSA does not own FNAF just her OC's, which is kind of sad really...


That night: 10:40 p.m...

Mike opened the box containing his uniform, first throwing on the long sleeved blue buttoned shirt with navy blue patches on the shoulders that covered the ugly scars on his ar- no he wouldn't think about that, it was all in the past. He then put on the navy blue tie that came with the shirt.

Next he pulled on a pair of black slacks and wrapped his belt on, it had a baton, a can of pepper spray, a taser gun and a flash light clipped on to it. Then of course he pulled on the navy blue hat on top of his head.

He also made sure his necklace was in his pocket because he always, always, ALWAYS had it on his person, either around his neck or in his pockets. He also shoved his new black 5th generation ipod -A gift from the Fitzgerald brothers- into his pocket along with his earbuds, figuring that his job probably wasn't the most interesting one out there.

"Well here I gooo," The lanky teen drawled out as he walked out the door.

Walking down the creaking stairs he passed by his dad who was still awake, he was sitting on his faux leather recliner in front of the TV and was wearing a wife beater and grey sweat pants there was also a beer bottle hanging from his hand limply.

"Where ya goin'?" The burly man slurred, looking at his son with crazed bleary bloodshot eyes.

"To my new job you know at the pizzeria," Mike answered a bit impatiently, but to his surprise his father just laughed loudly.

"What?" Mike asked crossing his arms irritated, not wanting to stay in the same room as the older man any longer.

"Haha, maybe the dum' robots will do me a favor and finish the job! Haha!" The drunk man continued laughing, his son just looking at him with confusion.

'Finish the job? What does he mean by that?' Mike thought, puzzled by his father's behavior and words.

After a while Mike gave up on trying to figure out what the man meant and just chalked it up to him being drunk. Turning on his heel he headed out the front door, picking up the black back pack he had left there earlier that day, leaving behind his dad who was still laughing like a mad man on laughing gas.

'Jerk' Mike thought as he strolled down the pavement.

A couple of minutes later Mike finally made it to the pizzeria just in time to see the custodian leave and lock up the doors, probably thinking the guard hadn't shown up yet.

Walking up to the glass doors while grumbling about the blind janitor, Mike unlocked the doors with the set of keys Mr. Johnson had given to him earlier that day along with his uniform. Locking the doors behind him the skinny guard looked around the party room noticing that it looked extremly subdued due to the lack of life.

Heading over to where he knew his office was Mike noticed out of the corner of his eye that Freddy, Chica and Bonnie were up on the stage their eyes slowly blinking green indicating that they were booting up, the same was most likely happening to Foxy over at pirate's cove.

Knowing the process would probably take at least an hour Mike decided to clean up his friend's suits now realizing how dirty they were. Shuffling over to the supplies closet the night guard was pleased to find a bucket full of relatively clean water -the janitor must of forgotten to dump it- and a couple of sponges, taking them over to the stage Mike got started.

Starting with Freddy, Mike sponged him down with water and scrubbed furiously being mindful not to tear off the bear's furr. The hardest part to clean off was Freddy's face were there was crusted over pizza stains on his muzzle, taking him a whole good fifteen minutes to finish. What made it even more difficult though was that he had to stand on a chair to clean him seeing as the bear's seven foot stature dwarfed his own measly five foot two frame.

Heading over to Chica Mike reapeated the process, carefully cleaning the feathers on her wings/arms. He also cleaned up her bib that was starting to look a bit grayish, probably caused by all the sticky hands that touched it.

Then he went over to Bonnie, wiping down her body and gently rubbing down her long ears. Next he dusted off all of the lint from her red ribbon before finishing up the rest of her body.

Once he was done, Mike wiped the sweat of his forehead noting that he had spent thirty five minutes just cleaning the dormant robots. Realizing he still had to clean up Foxy the teen picked up the bucket and sponges and walked into the next room where pirate's cove was.

Looking around Mike couldn't help but smile fondly at the room, There was a huge pirate ship themed playground in the middle. Scattered around the room there were benches shaped like treasure chests with golden dubloons and jewels painted on the seats to make it look as if the chests were opened, the walls were painted to look like the ocean and there were plastic palm trees spread out.

There was also a big sand box near the playground with plastic shovels and buckets sticking out of the sand, but the most eye catching thing in the room was the big red fox slouched on one the benches his eyes flashing green.

Grinning, Mike padded over to the pirate fox setting the bucket on the ground the boy looked over Foxy who's fur was starting to look a bit dirty like the others.

"Well it's nice to see you again cap'n Foxy!" Mike said saluting to the unresponsive animatronic playfully, chuckling slightly Mike started cleaning the fox up. First cleaning up the pirate's pants,msucessfully washing out the stains.

Next he cleaned up Foxy's tail and the rest of his body along with shining his hook and eye patch. Standing back and admiring his work, Mike saw that the clock in the room read 11:57. Knowing that his shift was going to start soon Mike stood up sending Foxy one last glance over his shoulder, he darted out of the cove and slid into in to his office with two minutes remaining.

'Why did I run back here? its not like the boss is ever going to find out I wasn't in here for my shift' Mike thought to himself but was interrupted when he heard the phone ring, not knowing if he should pick up Mike let it keep on ringing until...

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact." A nervous voice called through the speaker catching the teen's attention.

"So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?" The man who Mike decided to dub as phone guy said.

'What could be so overwhelming here?' Mike thought in confusion at phone guy's words.

"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

"Yeah, yea- WAIT WHAT!" Mike shouted in alarm, almost falling out of his chair.

"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Okay?" Phone guy said so nochantly that Mike felt like strangling the man through the phone.

"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit like during the night just like they do during the day time. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, did you know they were banned from walking around during the day for a short period of time?. Yeah it was because of The Bite of '97 Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

When the phone guy said that Mike's head started to pulse so painfully that he started to rub his scalp gently from underneath his hat. The teen decided that he was reacting to the bit of information like that due to his accident also happening that same year. Plus if what phone guy said was true that meant he could get a chance to meet up with his friends again, but those fantasies were crushed by what the man said next...

"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a soft metallic endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

Mike just nodded along, yeah he could handle being stuffed into a soft fluffy sui-

"Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."

That was all Mike needed to hear to actually fall out of his chair in shock, if what he thought up in his head was right that would mean that his friends kille- No it was probably just a sick idea of a prank to the phone guy... His friends would never hurt anyone, yeah it was just a prank to scare him.

"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

With that there was a click and everything was silent except for the buzzing of the over head light.

"Pfftt, what a jerk trying to prank me like that..." Mike muttered under his breath while picking up the tablet and turning it on. Flipping to the stage camera Mike's breath hitched ... For there all the animatronics on the stage were staring into the camera with pitch black eyes and white pinprick pupils as if they knew he was watching.

Quickly flipping over to the pirate's cove camera Mike sees that Foxy was in the same state as the others with his eyes black and his head angled to face the camera in a unnerving manner. Gulping Mike could feel beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead and how his hands were starting to become shaky.

Looking at his ipod for the time he saw that it was bearly 2:00 a.m, moaning from nervousness Mike looks back to the stage camera only to feel as if his heart had plummeted to the bottom of his stomach... For Chica was missing from the stage.

"S***!" Mike cursed flipping over to different cameras, searching for the missing yellow chicken. Finally he found her in the dining room, sighing to himself Mike lets out a half-hearted attempt at a joke while sipping from his second can of beer.

"It's going to be a long night..."

After looking after Chica for what felt like an eternity, and recieving a couple of heart attacks Mike whooped in relief when he heard a chime that announced his shift was over. Walking out of his office he passed by the stage, noticing how the animatronics eyes reverted back to green. Probably rebooting for their day programing.

Sighing Mike leaves and runs home, knowing that he would be in huge trouble if he didn't make his father breakfast by seven a.m. Looking back at the building Mike knew he had to keep on coming back unless he wanted a whole new collection of bruises.

Running faster Mike decided to forget that he had to come back again that night for the time being and just focused on what he was cooking for breakfast, not that it mattered anyways since his father always criticized everything he made.

'What have I gotten myself into?' He thought miserably as he ran further away from the place he once called a second home.


Well I hope you all liked this chapter, yes I know it wasn't too interesting but hey I'm still trying to figure out how to go at this.

Plus school isn't making this any easier, along with getting ready for the PSAT's...

~TSA signing out!