Mike Schmidt walked into the dark pizzeria, famously known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, with cold sweat dripping down his neck. His breathing was labored and his hands were shaky as he gripped the collar of his jacket. Turning his head to look at the Show Stage, he felt his hair stand on end as he looked at the three lifeless animatronics positioned on stage, their heads turned down. The faraway curtain that was once Pirate's Cove was also down; it never moved, nor did he see the yellow glint of a certain animatronic fox peering at him.

Those fucking robots were always trying to kill him.

This was the first night of the week, a Monday. It had been four weeks since Mike had applied for this nightmarish hell that people had the nerve to call a job. Four weeks of animatronics coming to life and trying to kill him.

Four weeks of total panic, utter terror and blinding fear.

And now it would be five weeks.

(Actually, it would have been six, but Mike had gotten that phone call from his manager on Saturday, saying to take the next week off. The animatronics had "broken down" or something. Whatever. He didn't really give a fuck at this point.)

Mike was well-accustomed to the procedure by now: stay in the Office at all times, check the cameras, flash the lights whenever he heard one of those assholes coming, close the doors if someone DID come, and pray that the power didn't go out before 6 AM. He knew perfectly well what he had to do, but...he could never shake off the feeling that he might die that night; left to decay, his body stuffed into a spare Freddy Fazbear suit, forgotten and alone until the staff would discover the stench of his rotting corpse. He had come perilously close to getting caught by the robots a few times, but always, at the last minute, he would survive.

All the other employees were amazed at him. They knew that the average time that a night guard stayed was about a week (since that was the required minimum), six or seven nights if they were persistent. After that, they all ran away, never coming back. But Mike was far more determined than the rest. He was already starting his fifth week, much to their surprise.

But the only reason why Mike didn't up and quit was because the job paid the bills. He had leftover student loans from college to pay, along with the rent for his tiny, cruddy apartment and the cheap piece of shit he called a car. If he didn't keep up the job, then he would probably would have been thrown to the streets and become a street bum. And he swore he would never let that happen.

He never tried to explain to the public about the fact that killer robots dwelt in the family-friendly pizzeria, either. Who the hell would believe him? Those cameras never kept the night footage (they merely watched the scenes), and plus, a story about that was good material for a B-rated horror movie. Like it was really possible for robots to come to life. Besides, if they closed the restaurant because of that, Mike would lose his job.

The good thing for Mike was that after the first week, the manager had doubled, later tripled his pay, so that helped. But the bad thing was that no matter how hard Mike tried to get another job that would pay better (and not have deranged robots trying to kill him), he could never manage to get hired by others. It seemed like fate that this pizzeria was the only place that would keep him. What a fucking stroke of luck, huh?

He walked into the Office and flickered on the lights. Automatically, the little fan on his desk turned on as well, blowing the air around. Mike once wanted to turn it off, since it consumed power, but he knew better not to. One minute without the fan and he'd be roasting in that dry, stale heat. He had to keep it on, or else risk getting baked alive.

Picking up the tablet, Mike sat in the chair, adjusted his dark tousled hair, and starting flickering through the grainy film. He made sure to keep a close eye on Pirate's Cove, as well as the Show Stage, since Freddy had become more active than usual these past few nights. Of course, the grizzly never moved until both Bonnie and Chica had left, but once they did, he was all over the place. He braced himself to see the animatronics start moving as the time clock chimed midnight.

3 AM...

No movement. What the hell?

Mike was confused. He knew that practically everyone would be up and about by this time. Bonnie and Chica would be at his left and right doors (respectively), with Foxy racing down the hall, his hook raised. Freddy would probably be in the girls' bathroom (the perv) or the kitchen, with his creepy music and his taunting laugh echoing down the hall. That bear sure took his sweet-ass time, always planning new ways to get to the Office, new ways to scare him, though Mike was normally quick enough to slam the doors shut in time. (Once Freddy got close enough to stick his paw in before the door came slamming down on it. Mike remembered that the bear didn't take that too kindly. He had had to be put in maintenance for that paw.)

But tonight...not one animatronic had moved a limb. They stayed perched on that stage, completely lifeless. The white glow from their eyes was gone; they never even turned to look at the camera. Foxy stayed behind his curtain at all times, not even peeking out. It was like they were actually normal animatronics that shut down during the night.

"Why aren't you guys moving?" he said out loud to himself as he checked the feed.

Nothing. No singing from Foxy. No laughing from Freddy. No creepy groaning sounds from Bonnie and Chica. No giggly sounds from Golden Freddy, who didn't appear all that often. Not even the little carnival music that played sometimes was present. Everything was eerily quiet.

"This has to be a trick or something. Maybe those assholes are planning it to let my guard down," Mike said to himself, wiping his brow. "But they ain't getting me!"

3 AM turned to 4 AM, then 5 AM. Yet there was still no movement from the animatronics. They stayed as still as ever, as if they really were lifeless. Mike considered getting up to check on them, but he knew it would be stupid of him. If he got too close, none of them would think twice before sinking their teeth into his flesh. (He knew Foxy definitely would, with those fangs of his.) He didn't want permanent brain trauma on top on his shitty job, thank you very much.

Mike leaned back in his chair and exhaled as the time chimed 6 AM an hour later.

He did it. His shift was over...

"I can't believe it. Not one of those fuckers came to murder me," Mike said to himself as he stood up and turned off the tablet. He turned off the light and headed towards the door.

Before he went out, however, he turned to look at them again. The animatronics still stood like statues, never moving. They didn't even acknowledge his presence.

"Huh...weird..." Mike said as he turned back and went out the door.

"Hey, there, Mike! Glad to see you came out alive!" the manager joked as he walked up to Mike, the keys still in his hand. It was the same thing that he always said whenever said night guard was relieved of his work. But he didn't know about the animatronics' true malicious natures.

"Very funny," Mike said, but his voice wasn't in it. His mind was still thinking about the robots inside the building.

The manager noticed the tone of voice. "Hey, Mike? You okay...?" he said uneasily.

Mike shook his head in disbelief. "The weirdest thing happened in there," he managed to say breathlessly.

"What? What happened?"

"The animatronics...they never moved. Not once."

The manager's eyes grew wide. "Really, now? They didn't?"

"Yeah...I thought it was weird. They were really active last week, but now...nothing. It's like they're actual statues."

The manager's brow furrowed as he scratched the back of his head. "Not moving...that won't be good. That means their servos might get locked up. They won't be able to perform for the children today, and that'd be bad. I better go check up on them quickly, before we open. Maybe their free-roaming switch was just turned off."

"Maybe, but I doubt it. Those things were usually able to flip it on their own. They sure don't have problems with that," Mike said, rolling his eyes. Then he looked back at the manager. "You want me to help you out...?"

"Nah, it's alright. Your shift's over, go on home and get some sleep," the manager waved it off as he started heading towards the building.

Mike looked back at him for a moment, then shrugged and headed the opposite way, getting into his piece-of-shit car and driving off.

A/N: Welcome to another story by me, KittenRainbow! :D
Now, this story (as all my other ones, unless specified) is an AU in the following aspects:

1. The Missing Children's souls (as well as the Mother's) are no longer haunting the animatronics. This time, it'll be the actual robots themselves communicating with good ol' Mikey. XD (However, the Good Ending has not yet come.)

2. Mike tends to swear quite a bit, and he's got that "attitude". XD

3. Jeremy will appear, as well as Fritz Smith, though they probably will not appear till much later.

With that, I hope you enjoy this story, and please fav and review, I would really appreciate it! :D