One foot into building and he instantly remembered how panic inducing the last night was. During the day, it was just a mess, not at all like a horror attraction and more like an old house, but now, at night with old memorabilia from old, abandoned restaurants and how unclean the place looked. The sickly green-yellow tone that seemed to just drench everything in a rot-like hue, strangely placed props like the empty suit shells that gave the feeling of people hiding behind corners, even the oversized rusty vents seemed to spew out mist and dust from deep in the building. The amount of noise from the mechanical parts of the building and the old fans in the vents was loud and distracting but yesterday had helped him get used to it, if only a little. There was a small grimace on his face just from looking into the large wall side window of the office, where he would be staying for every night of the week.

A thick layer of dust and grime covered the glass that had clearly not been touched since the building had originally closed but he could just make out a few key things in the room. Very, very old computer equipment covered the front desk, only leaving a small part of said desk clear of anything and even then, there were a few small pieces that covered it that wasn't part of the machines. Entering the room was a hassle as well, the thick cords of wires that lead out through the doorframe almost tripped him up while walking over them before finally placing himself in the chair at the centre of the room.

He took a second to pull out his phone and placed it on the table in front of him, before dragging his finger across the web shaped cracked screen and pulling up a recording app. There wasn't much else he could do with it after all, there was no way to talk to his already short list of contacts from Japan since his father deleted all of them before throwing him out on the streets, but at least he could use it for an emergency or in this case, record. The fact that he managed to get this job was both a surprise and somehow expected.

It was a joke that everyone knew that Fazbear's was willing to hire anyone, but no one went for it unless they were more than desperate. The way that his boss looked at him when his 'twenty' year old self walked in the door was… off to say the least, but free phone charge, a pay check and the small discounts were just too good to turn down.

With a small breath filled with the taste of dust, he pressed the record button on his phone, before speaking in his own high pitch voice. He could feel heat on his face the moment he stuttered.

"U-um, I'm Izuku Midorya and I'm the night guard at the new F-Fazbear's Fright attraction. It's only a temporary position, I think? At least until it opens then, u-um… I did a night before as a- a 'trial run' t-that was what the manager called it. I… I'm doing this recording for every night that I'm working here. They said something about legal reasons? I uh, I'm not too sure? I think it might be due to how I look or my quirkless status? I… won't question it."

Just before he could continue, a loud ringing filled the room and causing him to jump out of his seat slightly, before it was cut short by a beep. The desktop phone started to play the message it just received as Izuku settled back into the seat, frightened and short of breath, but he was fine. The building was getting to him, and he needed to keep calm. He was security, and the least he could do was actually keep an eye out for problems. All he could was pray that he got used to the building fast enough to actually keep the role.

"He-hey! Glad you came back for another night! I promise, it'll be a LOT more interesting this time! We found som-some great new relics over the weekend and were out tracking down a new lead RIGHT NOW! So, uhh- let me just update you real quick, then you can get to work. Like, the attraction opens in like a week, so we have to make sure EVERYTHING works, and nothing catches on fire!"

That got a giggle from the boy as he picked up the mobile phone and angled it away from him. He spun the phone around the room slowly, showing off how there were even more wires littering the room leading into the walls and even down into the vent next to him, almost like they were tendrils or veins. It managed to capture a few other odd bits around the room, like the box of torn up animatronic next to the door and the dirty old metal fan on top of his desk.

Another small laugh came from him as he spoke quickly, the tone quickly changing from joy to a mix of worry and melancholy.

"It looks like one wrong move would cause this place to light up brighter than Kacchan's explosions! H-hopefully it gets sorted out before it opens, I-I don't want anyone hurt…"

The message continued, unaware of what the green haired child said.

"Uhm, when the place opens, people will come in at the opposite end of the building, and work their way towards you, and PASS you, and out the exit. Uh, yeah, you've officially become part of the attraction. Uh yeah, you'll be starring as... The Security Guard! So not only will you be monitoring the people on the camera as they pass through, you know, to make sure no one STEALS anything or, make out in the corner, but you'll also be a part of the show! It'll make it feel, really authentic, I think."

In less than a second, the boy almost jumped out of his seat again at hearing what the man just said. His breaths were short and stutter as he began to panic.

"W-WAIT, I DIDN'T SIGN-UP FOR THAT! T-there has to be a mistake, o-or a different role or someone else better for that! I…"

Sharp pain quickly shot though his lip as he bit down on it. There was no need to panic, all he had to do was get through the week and see if he could clear things up with the boss. That… was doable. Just focus on getting through the week first.

Izuku wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his old, All-might hoodie as he settled back into his seat. Just being in the building was making him sweat buckets, not to mention his panic. Just picturing himself in that guard uniform brought a frown to his face. At least until he looked at his screen.

There was something out of place in the current camera he was looking through, just something small that looked strange. At first, it seemed like it was just a problem with the archaic technology, the fact that anything was even visible behind the static was nothing short of a miracle but the more that he looked at the fuzzy screen, he could see that it seemed to stick out over the white noise. From what he could tell by squinting at the screen, it was an old children's drawing similar enough to the many others all throughout complex.

His finger drifted over the poster on the screen, if only to make sure that it wasn't in his head, before the screen changed. Where there was once the layout of the building and it's camera system, there was an entirely different screen. It looked like a retro game menu and seemed to star some sort of round boy holding a balloon. For a second, his eyes ended up looking at the box next to him and focusing on the empty animatronic head of what seemed to match the one in the game. He would probably get in trouble for doing this, but there was nothing else to do and it didn't seem like it was going to go away without him making it through the game.

"Uhm, right now the place is basically just, you know, FLASHING LIGHTS and SPOOKY PROPS. I honestly thought we'd have more by now, uh so if we don't have anything really cool by next week, we may have to suit you up in a Freddy suit, and make you walk around saying: "BOOO!" Hehe. Uh, but you know like I said, were trying to track down, a good lead right now."

If the small boy got anything that the recording said, he didn't show it. The game was plain and simple, there wasn't much to it other than collecting balloons that was scattered about the place and reach the end door. Just as he was about to finish, the sprite went past the door on its own and through the wall. Farther and farther down as the landscape turned monotone and empty, until it reached the bottom.

"Uh, some guy who helped design one of the buildings, said there was like, an extra room that got boarded up...? Or something like that. So! Were gonna take a peek and see what we can find."

His head snapped up from the desk with wild eyes and a dull throbbing in his skull. The game was gone completely, leaving the old monitor with the building map on display and a wet patch on the table from the sweat. That… wasn't all in his head, was it?

Everything was the same, but it felt like there was something new. Mouldy green, dirt and mess all over the place. It appeared like nothing had changed but why did it feel like he was no longer alone? Even with his hands drenched with sweat and grime, he ran them down his face to help ground himself. A deep, dry breath helped for a second before he downed some water. Whatever happened with the game must have been caught on his phone, he'd have to rewatch the footage after his shift.

"Uh, for now just get comfortable with the new setup. You can check the security cameras over on your right, with a click of that blue button. Uh, you can toggle between the Hall cams and the Vent cams. Uh, then over on your far left, you can flip up your maintenance panel. You know, use this to reboot any systems that may go offline. Uh, in trying to make the place feel more vintage we have overdone it a bit! Heh heh. Some of this equipment is BARELY functional!"

Unsteadily, he turned to the maintenance panel and read the screen, everything was fine there, and his eyes drifted back to the main panel. His hand pressed the blue button and quickly flicked through the cameras, and he swore that the moment he went back to the standard cameras, something tall and spindly was standing in the middle of a hallway. Pale white pinpricks looking straight at him, framed perfectly in an off-white mask. He put the screen down with a hand over his mouth and tried to silence the scream that was trying to get out of his throat, before realising his mistake and quickly pulling up the camera again but it was already gone.

"W-what? Oh, oh no…"

It took a few seconds for the picture to load in the device, but each time he switched to a new camera there was nothing out of place. Like the thing was a ghost.

"Okay, okay… it could be a person I don't know if they have a quirk that could make them invisible or undetectable or-or something?"

Only humming filled the air the moment he went quiet, not even taking a single breath to hear anything out of the ordinary (They would have to be make some sort of noise, right?).

Nothing, just the low electrical humming, and slowly his hands fell over his face.

His brain had to be playing with him, there was no other option! Slow, deep breathes was all he could do the stave of the tears that stung his eyes, before…

"JESUS CH-rist!"

Red flashes filled the room, alongside the cries of sirens that made everything impossible to hear. It quickly became harder to breath and his vision started to quickly flutter to black before barely making out what the man on the phone.

"Uh, I wasn't joking about the fire, that- that's a real risk. Uhm, but the MOST IMPORTANT THING, you have to watch for, is the Ventilation. Look, this place will give you the spooks man, and if you let that ventilation go offline, then you'll start seeing some craaazy stuff man, keep that air blowing! Ok, keep an eye on things, and we'll try to have something new for ya' tomorrow night."

As fast as his hands could move, the tablet slid open and he reset all of the systems, not just the one with the red alert triangle next to it. It was impossible to tell that it was making noise over the sirens, until the ventilation finally fully rebooted. He took a few deep gulps of air before carrying on with looking through the cameras, especially looking in the darker parts of the screen.

It was calm for the rest of the night, to the point that even with his frayed nerves Izuku found himself easily just drifting through the cameras until it was finally six A.M.

His phone easily caught the sound of him sucking in a breath before he turned the lens back towards his face. it would be clear to anyone that watched it that he was a mess, just by looking at the dark bags under his eyes and the thick layer of grim that covered his face. Even as he spoke, the bright green eyes darted around the room just waiting for something to pop out of the vent or the doorway.

"Okay, okay. S-so, nothing happened tonight. No intruders, um, no fires and no weird occurrences. There, uh, seem to be some p-problems with the camera's, so, um, maybe that counts? Oh and, there was no possible way for a lawsuit as n-nothing happened tonight. That's, um, that."

It ended with him giving of a strained smile before stopping the recording and letting his grin drop.

He made his way out of the exit next to the room and instantly felt the cold bite of the city air. Chill wind nipped at him through his hoodie as he wandered into to the streets. Tomorrow was another day, and hopefully it would be less terrifying.

Each heaving breath was filled with dirty black smoke as he rushed through the orange lit hallways. The second night was when it all started to go wrong. Ignoring the games that popped up throughout the week, it was the thing that had been put in with him (much to the joy of his co-worker) that everything went from bad to hell. Him staying the full week was a mistake, a very stupid and deadly mistake. Even over the flames and the cracking and creaking building, he could its crushing footsteps.

All he had to do was escape. At some point in the night, it had blocked the nearby door with junk from in the attraction. Which left only the entrance door, all the way on the other side of the building. He peeked around the corner and froze the moment he heard the thumping stop. A choppy, creaking sound came from it as its head tilted to the side. Its dead eyes shone brightly over the flames as it saw his green curls.

"Hello Little Rat."

Its movements were slow and staggered, with a clear limp on its left leg. Each step was creaking and loud, and the cameras did not do it justice to what it truly looked like. It was ragged and torn all over with the orange flames lighting up the old foam and the rotten yellow fabric and plastic that made up its body. It was clear that even from where he was standing that it wasn't human, at least not anymore. Barely hidden beneath the aged material and the dull grey cage of a skeleton there was pinkish grey organs and the yellowed shattered bone shards that grinded together with a step. For a solid second as it moved towards him, his eyes were drawn to the solid metal blocks that made up its feet, and the dry veins that wrapped around its legs.

It was a monster, a nightmare and just from where he was standing, he had seen enough of it to last a lifetime. Both of the child's legs refused to move as it drew closer with a scratchy chuckle. It was subtle but the thick metal jaw seemed to move in time with its laughter, even if it was struggling. Up until then, he had hoped that it was just a monstrous mutation quirk but seeing the skinless and cracked purple chin and the loosely hanging teeth in its jaw easily killed that thought. Then, it stopped. All it did was stand still. All he could do was looked at the glowing white eyes, the metal rings and the veins that were deep in its battered yellow-green furred sockets. It seemed to just be taking joy in speaking with him or seeing him.

"I was wondering who was behind the cameras. Henry, Michael perhaps some other idiot down on his luck, but this is so much better. Instead, I have been running around at the beck and call of you. A small, scared boy."

A second of silence passed before, it tilted its head towards him and staring him dead in the eyes. The sound of its metal straining made his stomach flip.

"Interesting… I'm truly surprised that Henry would stoop so low, but he was always one to cut corners, let alone costs. No matter, I'll find him."

It looked like it tried to lean forwards with the sound of snapping and rattling from the metal support in the suit as it stopped. With it closer, its features were a lot more terrifying like the mangled and mutilated mascot character it was. He was trying to run, or do anything, but he the only thing he could think is that his body had never been stiller.

"The moment that they dragged me out of that room, I knew that this was my time. A chance for freedom, if I played my part right. All I had to do was make a few changes here and there and drag myself around this dirty building. At least, during the day. I thought I had scared you away the first night."

It took a struggling step forward, the limb seemed to fight against its host from how it buckled and stuttered, and the boy barely managed to step back. The cough lodged at the back of his dry throat faded quick as the monstrosity's rough, British voice cut over the sound of the roaring flames again. The manic glint of enjoyment in its eye was clearly visible as the only real sign that it was once a person.

"Yet, you kept coming back. Night after night, you sat in your office and drove my body away from where you sat. What an interesting occurrence, I thought, I wanted to see what would happen if we kept going. I half expected to see more people barge into the building looking for me, yet nothing. Not a soul, other than the people that dropped me off here, meaning you never told anyone. Every night you would follow me, but every show has an end, and I can tell that I am going to enjoy this very much."

A static filled roar came from the trapped corpse as the boy finally gathered enough of his will to run. Izuku could still hear it struggling to move behind him but refused to look back at that monster. Flashing red lights mixed with orange flames as the building screamed at him. At least one of the systems had gone down, but he couldn't hear the alarms over the pounding of his heart and his burning lungs. He could barely find the way through the thick black smoke that settled in the halls, but he luckily managed to reach the unburned office.

Most of the cameras in the halls were unusable and judging from the distorted laugh ringing out across the hall, so was the audio. The ventilation was trying its best to deal with the smoke, but it wasn't enough, it did however mean that he could see into the vents. The animatronic had already made its way past the door at Cam fourteen, meaning that there was no way to keep it out of the room, but he could use that to his advantage.

One deep breath mostly filled with smoke, and he counted his options, and what little resources he had left. Small beeping came from his pad as he repaired the ventilation again. He slid over to the camera system and ignored the moving phantom in the hall, before closing camera fifteen's vent door. Even with the lump in his throat, all he could do was wait. If he managed to pull this off, it would give him time, not a lot, but it was better than nothing.

Sweat was dripping down his head and the securely tied hoodie over his shoulders was the only form of comfort he had while he waited in that chair. With the sound of struggling in the vents and the scraping of metal growing closer, he stood up prepared for what was going to happen. It's rotted mask popped out of the square hole alongside followed by its falling apart hands. It would have got him there and then, if he wasn't waiting for it.

A deep thud and a crack came from the corpse as its head bounced against the vent frame. Whatever it was expecting, it wasn't a chair to the face. By the time it had managed to fully crawl out of the vent, the only thing left of the kid was the green hair rushing past the window. Izuku only ran faster as he heard it shout from behind him.

"You goddamned brat! I will tear you apart! Just like all the others!"

To the corpse in the rabbit suit's surprise, there was a response. A loud, high-pitched scream came from the child as he slunk back into the vents.

Each and every heave hurt, and he had to force himself from throwing up or just scream in pain. For something that was part of his imagination, it still felt like the fox's hook stabbed him in the stomach. He was either crying again, or sweating so much that it felt like tears, it didn't matter either way. He just needed to leave.

More and more phantoms appeared out of the flames the further along he went. He threw himself to the side into a wall to avoid the jaws of one hanging from the ceiling, making him scream yet again as he felt the fire burn into his shoulder and his ankle twist. He winced when he tried to stand, it was sprained for sure. As quick as he could, he moved room from room towards the exit.

It was a single mistake. He walked straight past one of the vents, not noticing its glowing white eyes peeking out of them and, without warning, a hand grabbed his leg. There wasn't even a second to realise what was going on before a quick pull and he fell to the ground with a quick yelp.

"Got you!"

A slow methodical movement let it crawl out of the vent an onto its knees, hands out reaching for the child's neck.

"You put up a good chase. It was almost a challenge, although that was mostly due to the suit. I called you a rat earlier, but I was wrong. You are more like a… rabbit or bunny, you freeze and shake. Tell me, how much did it take for you to run?"

Its rancid fingers gripped his neck as it rose up to its feet, holding him like he was a leaf with bone and metal digging into his small neck. All he could do as its elbows drew him closer to the main body was lash out as much as he could. Kicking and clawing did nothing as he gripped at its tattered, blood splattered mesh, the metal underneath and the winding mass of rotten corpse flesh underneath. It sounded proud as it continued to speak, its metal rimmed eyeballs glowing with glee.

"There are so many different ways I could break you. If I had the time, I would tear you apart, see how much effort it would take to put you back together, but we're rather stressed on time. Don't worry, I will make this quick, but I can promise that it will be agonising."

A click came from its jaw as it pressed a button on the side of its mask, before it dropped slightly only to seemingly get stuck. The same hand forced it down full, completely exposing the corpse's mouth inside with a crack, and the metal spikes lodged through its throat and mouth, alongside the disgusting smell of its inside. He hit the thing faster with more hot tears streaming down his face, not caring for how his hands hurt while beating on the metal. His eyes were starting to go black as its grip was tightening around his throat.

Another click and, in a single moment, the lower jaw slammed with enough speed to crush whatever was in its grasp, and in that moment, Izuku let out a squeaky scream. Half of his hand dropped the floor, with the index and thumb completely separated from the limb alongside a good amount of his fingertips; the rest was caught in the robotic corpse's jaw, pined by the mechanisms and the screws from inside some of the now broken faux teeth. It shattered bone the moment it closed and dug deep into his left arm, almost completely through the limb. Blood was spilling onto the floor and, in a final attempt to escape, he kicked it in the chest. there was just enough weight in the blow to knock the thing back into the wall, making him drop to the ground and tearing the las few bits of connecting tissue between the torn of limb. Even through the stinging tears, he could see the elated look in the silver eyes. It pushed itself back up to finish off the boy.

A hiss quickly filled the air the moment it was no longer touching the wall, with both quickly coming to the realisation what it was. In less than a second, a wall of flames covered the both of them. Neither of them could let out a word or scream before the blast. Burned and missing a limb, Izuku looked about in confusion. Everything was spinning and blurry and dark, he could barely even tell what the thing puddling around him was, all he knew was that he needed to get out and pain. There was something heavy and yellow in his grip that he had found while feeling about on the floor. Whatever it was, he kept hold of it while looking for anything that meant a way out. There was a different shade of red above the door, rather than the orange all around him. There was… screaming? He couldn't make much out over the ringing in his air.

His body collapsed against the door and the cold night air was so good against his skin, even if it felt like needles. He stumbled down the steps and caught himself on a metal handrail. Every shaky step was getting harder to do but all he could do was walk off to somewhere. Complete exhaustion and pain took over and he fell to the ground, unable to carry on. All he could do was close his eyes as new sirens closed in.

Black slowly gave away to white as he came to. For a second, the boy struggled to realise where he was. It wasn't his dingy little hide away. This was an actual room, not just an alley. Clean white walls that only seemed to brighten from the light coming through the small window on the right wall. It was baren, with the exception of a small green potted plant on the windowsill, a table with a chair and a mismatch of colours on the wall that seemed to be a painting.

Last night was a blurry mess. How he managed to get to the hospital he had no idea, but there were at least two things he knew; there was a fire at the building and that… thing. His breath hitched as he thought about that thing. What if it came back for him? there would be no way to escape. The beeping next to him quickened as the green line on its screen quickly shot up and became erratic, just like his breathing. One second, two seconds, three seconds… kept repeating in his head as he tried to regain control of his chest. Another second passed as he slowly moved himself up as much as he could, only to feel more strain on his right arm.

Quickly, he moved his arms in front of him and he glanced over them. Dry skin and some dark patches from burns covered his fingers, and some light bandaging but it was still there, his other hand was far worse. All he saw was the shortened stump of his left arm and the tightly wrapped bandages around the limb and it only went further. There were more bandages that wrapped around his body, especially on his upper half. Whatever had happened must have been even worse than he thought.

Two knocks were all it took to get his attention. Green eyes quickly shot to the door, before another two knocks came through.

A deep breath, and he tried to speak. It hurt from how dry it was and came out cracked and squeaky, but it did eventually come out.

"C-come in."

Instead of a white coated doctor, a well-dressed man came through the door. A neat black suit, red tie and a black trilby all adorned the old man that entered the room, before he sat opposite to Izuku's bed. Gently placing down the hat on the table next to it with his cane still in hand, he turned to him.

Age didn't seem to treat the man the best. There was something off about him, not bad per say, just unwell. Thin wispy grey hair coved the top of his head, and brown eyes filled with guilt that only seemed to match a fire alongside it. He wanted something; it wasn't exactly hard to figure it out from the tired but determined tone in his voice.

"You are… Izuku Midorya, correct? We found you and your phone outside of Fazbear's Fright, where you were working. Do you remember that?"

All he could do was nod as his voice failed him. the man seemed to lean into his cane, almost on the edge of his seat.

"I'm sorry to say that we couldn't save your phone, however, me and associate of mine was able salvage some footage from it. Including your time as a nightguard in the attraction. Please, accept my apology, but what happened to you was never supposed to."

The old man's eyes glanced over at the yellow thing next to the hat and Izuku still couldn't quite make out what it was from where he was sitting.

"Tell me… have you ever heard of the name William Afton?"

There wasn't even time for him to respond before the old man carried on.

"He… was a business associate of mine. To make a long story short, he was the reason for the missing children of Freddy's. It had been more than thirty years since his death, and in that time, I have tried to erase everything about that man."

A tired sigh came from the old man.

"Truthfully, I found the bastard bleeding out in the backroom of one of the restaurants. I found him and boarded up the room, hoping that he would stay dead. I was never convinced that he would just be willing to rot there. So, we made plans and, unfortunately, you were tangled up in it. William was supposed to arrive at Fazbear's Fright after tomorrow. The contractors worked far faster than was expected. Which leads us to you."

The man took a straighter posture than before, almost like he was prepared to do some sort of business before standing and walking to his bedside.

"While searching for evidence William, or as we have come to call him, "Springtrap" was missing from the building. The only sign he was there was your recording, the part you took from him and some fur from his costume in the vents. Somewhere out there, that monster is lurking in the dark. It is not a matter of whether he will or will not, eventually he will take another victim, and he is not the only one. Others have come back, looking for people to prey on, but they are just souls stuck in their madness."

His old, wrinkled hand reached out towards him offering him a handshake.

"Izuku Midorya, are you willing to help me free those lost souls, and send a true monster to the fiery depths of hell?"