The place was just as Michael remembered. Sort of. This pizzeria was an old place, and Fazbear Entertainment obviously did not have the budget to buy a new place, so they just reopened a pre-existing Freddy's location that had already been closed years prior–back in 85.

This is what he was thinking as he stood outside the building, his car parked in the parking lot (along with a single other car) and just thinking about his childhood gave him good memories… and also guilt.

He took a deep breath and knocked loudly on the door. He felt like this person should have been waiting right by the door or something.

He waited for around 30 seconds until the doors to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria were opened by someone who looked oddly familiar… he just couldn't place his name on it.

This man was taller than him–maybe 6'2, 6'3? Something like that. He was very pale. He wore a serious face, and I already knew this was a guy lacking humor. He was also very frail as if he hadn't eaten in days. His eyes had dark rings around them as if he hadn't been sleeping at all lately. Michael already could tell he had a rough past, and that he already could tell this familiar looking dude wouldn't want to talk about it.

He leaned on the doorway a little bit, as if to balance himself

"Mr. Schmidt?" he asked, which surprised him. Not that Michael thought he couldn't talk, but his voice contradicted his own physical appearance. His voice didn't sound hollow and sad and… well, sleepy, as he expected.

Instead, it sounded deep and confident. His voice does not match his appearance in the slightest.

He was surprised, and stood there for a few seconds, but knew he had to answer. No company was gonna hire a man who won't even talk.

"Er…" Michael tried to speak. It wasn't just the voice thing messing with him. It was also… this dude looked familiar to him and.. He knew the memory was there, he just couldn't reach it.

He regained his posture and said, "yes, sir. And you are…?

The man smiled just a little bit, and despite his appearance, Michael could sense that he had more personality than his appearance let out.

"Doesn't matter right now, Schmidt. We can introduce ourselves when we're in my office."

As soon as Mike walked in, a wave of memories flooded him, he couldn't even pinpoint the memories exactly.

His soon-to-be boss led him through the entryway, past the counter and menu, into the dining room. It looked just as it had back in 83. That was until it unfortunately closed two years later.

As the man led Mike through the dining room, he glanced back to the main stage, and not sure what he was expecting, but he saw the main three animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were deactivated on the stage.

The man didn't give the robot mascots a second glance, but Mike knew that these were the same animatronics that almost killed him six years ago. The only difference was that Bonnie actually had a face and Chica had actual arms. And Freddy… he looked roughly the same, other than the fact that he seemed more polished.

Pirates Cove was still in the corner, with a sign that read, "Out of order! Come again soon!" next to the stage. I wondered if Foxy was actually in there, but he didn't want to waste his time checking.

He led Mike through a hallway to our right of the dining room and over towards a main office–the Security Office, he presumed. Except, he brought him to a door right across from the office that said, "Manager's Office" on the top.

The man reached in his right pocket and brought out a pair of keys. He sat there for a moment, going through his keys to try and find his office key. After he found it, he unlocked the door to his office, and held the door open for Mike to walk in. The man closed the door behind him.

"Take a seat right across from the desk, if you will"

Michael followed his instructions, and watched the man sit down. His desk was a mess–papers everywhere, lots of kids drawings for some reason, but mostly business papers. Michael could finally understand why this mysterious dude looked tired out of his mind. He probably slept barely an hour everyday–or maybe none.

The man seemed to acknowledge this mess, and said to Michael, "Sorry about the mess, I have been… busy."

He wanted to ask what he was busy with, but he got a sense that this man wouldn't answer.

Mike waited there for a few while this man shuffled papers into different stacks and such. He probably should have done that before Mike arrived, but he didn't say anything.

After the man was done, he sat forward and sighed. "Alright let's get this over with"

"First off, your name is Michael Schmidt, right?"

"Yes, sir"

The man seemed lost in thought. "I used to know a kid named Michael once…"

Awkward silence.

Then after a few seconds, "Anyway, Mike, it's nice to meet you. Glad you decided to apply for the night shift here at Freddy's!" He offered his hand to Mike.

They shook hands. And Mike was surprised to see that this man had a powerful grip and good handshake even in the state he was in.

This dude started asking the generic questions that would normally be on any interview such as, "What made you want to get this job" or "Why should we hire you". Stuff like that. Basic stuff.

Mike had to answer as believable as possible. The man said, "and now the last question…" he faltered.

"Um.. sir?"

The man seemed to be looking at his neck. "Mr. Schmidt, just out of curiosity, what is that necklace?"

Mike wasn't surprised he noticed. He was surprised that it took this long for him to notice a necklace.

Mike felt the sweat coming in. "Well, see, I just like to wear necklaces, and-"

"Not the necklace itself. I'm talking about that pendant on the necklace"

"Oh."

Mike looked down and saw what he was talking about. Mike did have a necklace on him, and the pendant… the pendant was a small bunny. The pendant was once yellow, but it rusted out after a while. But this man seemed to really know it or something. Or maybe he really was just curious.

All Mike could think to say was, "I like bunnies."

He could have sworn a look of realization dawned on the man's face, but he said nothing. And his expression changed from a look of realization to seriousness in roughly half-a-second, so Mike could've sworn he imagined it. But the man let the subject drop.

He asked the final question in the interview, and Michael answered as truthfully as possible. After the last question was over, the man politely said, "Just a question. Um… do you mind if I hold the necklace for just a few seconds? I won't steal it, I promise. I'm just… curious."

Panic immediately rose in Michael. He had to have the necklace on at all times, period. It was a thing he didn't like sharing with other people. He thought of the best excuse he could (which wasn't good).

"I really love this necklace and stuff, and i'm not sure i'm really comfortable with you holding this."

The man (who he still didn't know the name of) studied him and finally said, "Alright. Anyways, considering how you are literally the only person who applied for this job, I think you got it. Here, let me show you to the security office, which is right across the hallway."

Sure enough, the office was right across the Manager's Office. The first thing he noticed was that there were two doors in it both leading into two different hallways that lead into the same exact dining room. A question had been bugging Mike so, so he had to ask it.

"Why are there two doors leading to the office? That doesn't make any sense at all."

The man thought about it.

"I'm actually not sure. I'm gonna have to ask them that myself. It's kind of a weird design choice, if you ask me. Anyways, do you want a tour?

"No, sir. I think I'm good. I remember this place from when I was a kid, so.."

"Alright, that's fine. You can leave for today. Your shift starts next week, on October fourth through eighth. So that's Monday through Friday. If you want, you can work Saturday and Sunday for some extra cash, but that's just up to you. Your shift is 12am to 6am, and I recommend you get here at 11pm to make sure you're ready. Understand?

"Yes, sir."

As I was turning to walk away, his voice called back, "And, Michael?"

Mike hesitantly turned around. "Yes, sir?"

The man seemed hesitant at first, but he said, "You can call me Henry."