FNAF: What's Inside

Chapter 1: Same Old Job?

Braedan

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock blaring in my ear.

"Good morning." I scoffed as I struggled to shut off the alarm. Once it was off, I sat up and looked around the room. It was pretty simple. Dark green walls, a black dresser, a simple metal lamp, and nothing interesting. At all. I got up and looked in the mirror on the back of my door. At 6 feet, I was tall, but to make up for it, I was skinny. I was muscular, but not extremely so. I had spiky, uncombed red hair and bright green eyes. I grabbed some gel and spiked it up. Not like anybody was around to care what I looked like anyway, but I guess it's a habit.

Whatever. I shrugged as I put on a clean pair of jeans and a new black T-shirt. It's not a bad habit, so I don't really care anyways. I walked into the kitchen and checked my answering machine.

"Hey, Braedan! It's me, Jake! You know, your buddy from high school. Just making sure you're alright. Call me back man!"

"Ugh." I groaned. Why? Why, Jake? I hate your guts! You know that!

You know what? I'm just gonna forget about it and go grab some breakfast. That'll probably help. I thought as I grabbed my sneakers. A minute later, I was out the door.

Today, I gotta get a job. I'm almost out of cash. I thought as I grabbed my bike from the rack before getting on.

Seriously, it's been a month since I had a job. I should be able to do better than that. I complained as I started riding towards a little bakery. Of course, I haven't even really talked to anyone in a month either. Whatever. What are my options? I could check on the pizzeria, the fast food places, or Ricky's. Although, even I don't want to work at Ricky's Bar. I mused as I rode along at top speed.

It's a dump. I skidded into the bakery parking lot. Actually, that's being unfair to the dump. I thought with a little grin.

I walked inside the bakery, bought a chocolate muffin, grabbed my bike and started walking home. I took a bite of the muffin as I walked.

Not bad this time. They've definitely sold me worse. I thought as I finished it off. Then, I hopped on my bike and started pedaling home at top speed.

Let's see just how fast I can go. I thought to myself as I sped along.

By the time I got home, it was about eight. I put my bike on the rack, locked it in, and pushed open the door to my apartment. Just as messy as I left it. I smiled. Perfection. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I checked the number next to the phone and called the pizzeria.

"Hello? Freddi Fazbear's Pizzeria." said someone on the other end of the line.

"Hey. My name's Braedan. I'm inquiring about whether or not the pizzeria is open yet, and if it is, whether or not the night shift is available for security." I said calmly.

"... Seriously?" the man asked suspiciously.

"Yeah. Why?" I replied.

"FINALLY! Come by around six!" He said before hanging up.

"Okay. That was weird, but I guess I got an interview." I said awkwardly as I sat there. Guess I'll watch a couple movies.

As the third movie ended, I got up and stretched.

Better get going. I decided as I grabbed my old bag and slung it on my back. It's 5:48. If I don't hurry, I'll be late. I ran outside and opened my garage and got into my car. At least this will be nice and fun! I thought to myself as I began the quick ride to the pizzeria.

"Let's hope it goes a little better this time." I mumbled to myself as I turned into the parking lot. I rode over to the back corner where I used to park. I skidded to a stop and hopped off my bike. I started walking before I paused and clutched my head.

"It couldn't be worse than last time." Red said with a laugh.

Not now. I can't do this Red. You know how hard it is now. I don't have the strength.

"Sorry. I know. I just couldn't help myself. I'll leave you to it." Red said as the pressure in my head lessoned.

Thanks. I thought before I began walking forward.

Just like old times. I thought as I walked towards the front doors. However, I paused outside. It had been completely redesigned. It had been painted with bright reds and yellows, and the logo had been redesigned as well. Really did improve the place. I stepped into the pizzeria. I looked around and saw that it was much more colorful and family friendly. It had simple black and white tiled floors, brightly colored walls, bright lights, and music playing. I was about to try and find the boss when a balloon suddenly floated into my face.

"Welcome to Freddi Fazbear's Pizzeria!" a feminine, yet slightly robotic voice said. I pushed the balloon to the side to reveal a small animatronic girl. She was wearing a red and blue striped dress with a matching hat, was holding several balloons in her right hand, and had a cheerful smile. She was also pretty small. Maybe four feet two inches, tops. I just stared, surprised.

"And who are you supposed to be?" I asked. She just looked at me, confused.

"I'm Balloon Girl. Who else could I be?" Balloon Girl asked with a confused look.

"Sorry. I haven't been here since the... renovations." I said with a weak smile. "So some things seem a little... different."

"Oh. Okay." Balloon Girl smiled. "So why are you here?"

"I'm trying to get the night shift security guard position." I replied.

"You'll want to see the boss. He's usually in his office or walking around the stage area. You can't miss him." Balloon Girl said happily.

"Alright. Thanks for the tip." I said before walking off. However, in my head I was trying to process what happened. They really changed the animatronics in my absence. That will make this... interesting.

I walked over to the office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." I pushed the door open and stepped into the office, closing the door behind me as I did. The room was simple with a tall lamp in the corner, neutral colors and an old oak desk. Behind the desk sat a man in his early twenties. He had short brown hair, a charming smile and a simple red T-shirt on.

"Good day Mr. Fazbear." I said as I sat down. "Thought I got this place out of business with the... incident."

"Of course not. I just had to make a little investment of my own." Mr. Fazbear replied with a smile.

"I saw 'your' investment." I commented. "Looks a lot better. However, that's not why I'm here."

"Apparently not. I heard from Jeremy that you wanted to take the job. He was really pleased that he could finally get Rex out of there. He hates the night shift." Mr. Fazbear said with a laugh.

"I wonder why." I said sarcastically. "Didn't all of the animatronics get an upgrade?"

"Yes, and the upgrades are extremely extensive. They will no longer try to kill you and now can control their own thoughts." Mr. Fazbear said with a devilish glint in his eye. "However, you'll see exactly what will happen tonight. You're re-hired."

"Thank you. Good day Mr. Fazbear." I said.

"You don't need to be so formal." Mr. Fazbear said with a laugh. "You can still call me Fred. The interview is just a formality."

"Alright, Fred. I knew it was a formality, but it was kinda fun. It's good to see you again." I said as I rose to leave the room. I reached out and shook his hand. "I'll be back around eleven." Fred nodded absentmindedly.

"It's a good day indeed..." Fred said quietly. "Now that you're finally back."

So... tell me what you think. I'll have chapter 2 up in a day or so. Leave a review.