"So bored… I wish I brought my Gameboy…" The security guard said as he leaned back in his chair.
Mike Schmidt was the name of the human. He worked and Freddy's during the day while the children slovenly ate their food. It may not have been the best job, but pay is pay.
He walked around as he saw the animatronics interact with the kids. He had to admit, they were cute machines. It was so sad that this place had to close down soon.
You see, there was a…. Incident involving one of the animatronics back in 1987 that bit a child. Honest to God, bit. It was probably Foxy. His jaw is always in that broken state. You can't even see Foxy anymore.
He's behind a curtain in pirate cove. But the most likely suspect of the bite of '87 is Freddy. Mike did see a hand print of a child on the Freddy mask. But let's not leave Chica out of this. Her beak is nice and pointy for a bite.
The only one that couldn't have done it was Bonnie. He wasn't even in the area at the time. But let's let bygones be bygones. I just want to work at a nice job, earn some money, and live my life.
Then I heard it. The most promising sound anyone in my position wants to hear. "Closing time."
"Yes!" I mentally say. I was almost out the door when my boss comes in from behind and stops me. He wore a purple security uniform and held a phone in his hand.
"So Mike, how would you like to do the night shift?"
"I want to leave…" Mike said stressed.
"Oh, come on, it pays handsomely." Mike thought about it for a minute.
"No…" He started to walk out.
"Do it or you're fired." He said coldly. Mike stopped in his tracks. He hated when his boss threatened him like that.
"Ok, what time?" He said as he turned around.
"12 A.M. you are here or you are square…." He then left. Mike then sighed as he left the store.
Hours later, Mike came back to the pizzeria. He started to fiddle with his keys as he tried to open the door. Then he heard it. The sounds of the TARDIS. It made a whooshing noise as it landed next to the pizzeria.
"Blimey, that was a long time. And that should say something cuz this is a time machine." Wayne said.
The wolves walked to the front of the restaurant and Wayne tapped Mike on the leg. He turned and looked down. He sighed.
"Freddy Fazbear's pizza is not open until 6:00. Come back later." Mike said. Wayne then pulled out a little booklet and flipped it open.
Mike looked at it. "I think this is proof enough that I can come in."
"I'm sorry General Watson. I'll open up right away."
"General Watson?" Kate asked.
"Psychic paper. Gets me in almost anywhere."
"Come on in to Freddy's Fazbear's Pizzeria where fun is one of the corner stones in are… yadda-yadda-yadda…" Mike then sighed and took out a flask. He started to drink out of it.
"I hate my life…" He grumbled.