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November 7th, 10:54 AM

"HELP WANTED: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Family Pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift. 12a.m. to 6a.m. Monitor Cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week. To apply call: 1-888-Faz-Fazbear."

Well, there ARE worse jobs… Mike thought repeatedly to himself in a very bitter fashion. The man dug his teeth into his lip and sighed, sitting back in the couch and kicking his feet slightly in rising frustration at his situation. Goddamn, he did not want to have to do this.

Dialing the numbers into a nearby payphone, which was conveniently just outside the motel he was currently staying at, Mike reached into his pocket for a cigarette. It suddenly occurred to him that he was probably not going to be able to smoke inside the building. A sense of dread creeped up in him from the thought of not smoking for at least six hours. Whatever, it's a night job; no one will know if he decided to puff a bit. He hoped whoever picked up the phone was not going to act like a bitch. Past experience told him that most pompous co-workers had a tendency to act that way. Mike huffed and waited to listen.

"Hello? Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" Some lady mumbled through the receiver; obviously enjoying her career choices as much as Mike is.

"Um, yeah, hi. I'm responding to the recent ads in the newspaper and the TV about needing a security guard for the place?"

There was the faint tapping of a pencil before the woman replied. "Mhhhmm, I see. What's your name sir?"

"Michael Schmidt." Mike muttered while shoving his free hand in his pocket a bit nervously. God, he hated talking to people. He hated people in general.

"Do you have any experience?"

Mike blinked and chewed on his lip. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve before speaking. "Um. No, actually." Mike didn't expect that only experienced people could be hired, otherwise they would've hired a real security guard. "Is… that okay?"

"Oh, that is just fine, hon. It just has to go into the archives. Now, then… your birthday? Family? Relatives?"

"I…" The hell do they want to know that shit for? "I was born on April 24th, 1980. My mother and father are Skyler and Mark Schmidt, I have an older brother who lives in South America now, his name is Darwin Schmidt. And that's it."

"Okay, thank you sweetie. Sorry about that, it's just a regulation so we can give you and your family a Freddy Fazbear discount for younger relatives."

"Oh! Well, okay." Mike said with a shrug. Seemed convincing enough.

He heard the rustling of papers from the other end of the line. "Alright, your shift starts at 12 AM to 6 AM, but on your first day you'll have to come in at 11 PM so we can get you settled in and-"

Mike blinked his azure eyes in confusion. "Wait, wait. Don't I have to get an interview or something?"

"There's no need; all you need to do is watch the cameras and make sure nobody attempts to rob the place, not a lot of requirements needed, Michael."

"Well, yeah, good point." Mike said while scratching his head. Seemed easy enough. This would hopefully be a breeze.

"Alright, remember! 11 PM, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Kimberly Street. Crystal clear for you?"

"Yeah, crystal. Um, Thank you ma'am! I'll be there!"

Hanging up the phone, Mike felt a sense of bitter sweetness. Sure he got the job, but he got the job for minimal wage, that wasn't a nice trade off for Mike's oh so important beauty sleep. Some of the things the lady asked though kind of poked at the back of Mike's head, but he decided not to worry about it.

"Well, easy enough, 120 dollars a week, and I'll be out of this bitch." Mike said to himself with a small smirk playing on his lips.

Mike decided to head to the restaurant a little early; since winter was coming the day wouldn't last as long and Mike didn't want to have to make his way through the dark. Besides, it's not like he had anywhere else to be. It was about 9 PM, and it was dark but there were still some people up and about on the streets. Mike figured now would be the best time to leave.

The walk really wasn't that long, it was a ten minute walk from the motel to the restaurant. He was just hoping he didn't have to pay for a ticket or something stupid like that. Mike didn't have enough money for any decent food, so some of the generic oven made pizza would have to do.

The restaurant itself wasn't too special; the building was just a generic small, somewhat old building, with a big sign of Freddy and the other characters. It's funny because on the big sign, there seemed to be a fox character as well. Odd, Mike never knew they a fox too. They certainly never shows that there was a fox. As Mike surveyed the building he saw another odd detail. A huge sign on the building door that read: "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza's Final Showings: As the creators and the minds behind Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Fazbear Entertainment is extremely sorry to announce that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza will be closing permanently by the end of the year. We wish you all children and parents to join us for our "farewell" showings until the restaurants final days." Mike blinked his icy blue eyes and frowned at the note on the door while shoving his fists in his pockets. Wow, the place was actually being shut down. I guess it wasn't much wonder why they didn't hire a real security guard, they're probably just going bankrupt.

Mike took a small sigh and walked into the building, and even though he didn't need a ticket; he still had to pay for the food. Some fucking discount. (The pizza actually wasn't as bad as he thought it was, he could live off it the entire night). Sitting at the end of one of the tables, the note on the building picked at Mike for some reason. He kept wondering why this place would be closed down, I mean, if they were going bankrupt they surely would've mentioned it. Then again, they probably didn't want dim their chances of getting a new employee. In the middle of his thought, he heard a drum roll coming from the stage, and the lights began to dim-in, and the children started to cheer.

And then the lavender curtains opened.

"HEY Everyone!" Cheered a familiar, over jolly and very deep voice.

"Hello boys and girls!" Chica greeted, holding this weird looking cupcake with eyes in her left hand.

"Hi everybody! Hhahaha!" The really stupid redneck bunny chuckled to the excited crowd of infants and bedwetters.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!"

"I'm Chica! Let's Eat!" Chica moved around, waving her animatronic arm around to greet the audience.

"I'm your best buddy Bonnie the Bunny Rabbit!"

"And everyone knows me! Freddy Fazbear! Hehhe!"

The animatronics, surprisingly, were a lot uglier than they were on the commercial. They looked kind of old and dirty, parts of pizza and spilled soda seemed to soaked their fake fur, which seemed to have start shedding, exposing the metal skin. Hell, parts of the endoskeleton were showing in the joints and hands. Although, their movements were nice and fluent, which was probably the trade off for their crappy designs.

After a while, they began to sing one of their cheesy songs, well to be honest it wasn't that cheesy, it could've been far worse. The songs were well written for kids and the lyric worked done by the fake animatronics weren't so bad, it kind of made Mike wonder who voiced the animatronics. But then, suddenly, Mike noticed something up open the stage. The Chica animatronic had turned her head, and was staring, right at Mike. The other animatronics weren't doing it, they were looking at the crowed, turning their heads and talking. But not Chica. How the fuck isn't the audience noticing this?

Mike turned his head away from the stage, thoroughly creeped out by the weird animatronic. It was probably some glitch, or maybe they were meant to make eye contact with the audience. Mike spent the longest time, listening at the animatronics, and keeping his head down. After a little bit, he went up and left for the bathroom, not looking at the stage, hoping that the chica animatronic wasn't staring anymore. After exiting the bathroom, Mike found that Chica had gone back to talking to the audience…. but now Bonnie was staring at him.

The fuck…?

Bonnie didn't stare at him long though, he soon turned his head and began to interact with the other characters. Saying more stupid lines and freddy spatting one liners. Mike took a big sigh and walked over to the little table by the kitchen to get more pizza and a re-fill. A part of him began to regret getting this job, just for the creepy animatronics. But Mike wasn't going to pussy out, he needed the money, and he'd rather face the hours of the night in this creepy bitch then out on the streets.

Mike sat through the shows during the next few hours, and not once did Chica or Bonnie turn their heads to him again. Curious, Mike reported this to one of the staff members and asked if there was something wrong. The staff member gave him a nice smile, "Yeah, they do that. They are programed to make eye contact with the audience, don't worry about it. Personally, I find it really creepy too." And with that, the staff member walked away. Mike chuckled at his own stupidity and nervousness and returned to his seat, it was almost closing time, and his shift would begin soon.

9:50 PM

The rest of the day spent waiting for his shift to begin was painstakingly long and unnerving. All Mike did was sit on his ass on those uncomfortable plastic chairs and watch kids run around while the three animatronics sang the same damn songs over and over again. The animatronics left him alone for most of the time, and didn't make eye contact with him very much, however a few times during the hours Chica or Bonnie's head would swivel in his direction. Remembering what the staff member said, Mike chose to ignore it; creepy as it was.

The restaurant began to close when the clock struck 10 PM. The tired parents gathered their children to leave and a whole lot of janitors came out and began to hurriedly clean the floors and tables; almost appearing to be in a panicked state. But, then again, the restaurant had to be spotless by tomorrow morning and they probably didn't want to stay the night cleaning.

About thirty minutes passed by lazily, and Mike had just been hanging out on the plastic chairs at one table and absent-mindedly watching the staff go by. Soon, he was confronted by a middle aged man wearing a weird "Freddy Fazbear's" hat with with bear ears on the sides. In short; he just looked fucking ridiculous. Mike had to fight with all his willpower not to just start laughing right in the man's face. Instead, he looked up upon the man with a straight face and crossed his arms, putting on his signature assholish slouch and cocked an eyebrow as he waited for this pathetic man to speak. He couldn't stop a crooked smirk from flickering on his face at the sight of the man's hat. It got funnier the more he looked at it.

"Michael Schmidt?" The man asked in a bright voice that sounded too much like a stereotypical gay man voice for Mike not to let his lips twitch into a near laugh.

"That's me, sir." Mike said as seriously as he could and arose from the table, praying to God that he could survive the few minutes talking to him. Already Mike knew this would be difficult. He pursed his lips to prevent a smile and nodded curtly to the man. "And you are…?"

"Joseph Delarge. I'm the manager and your boss," He smiled and held out his hand, "I understand you'll be taking the nightshift?"

Joseph Delarge. Mike repeated in his head as he gazed at the man. Suddenly, the smirk on his face uncontrollably twitched and began to arise into a smirking grin at his own thoughts. Delarge. Not so sure about that. I highly doubt that his D is in fact very large. Talk about false advertising. Mike thought. Before a laugh could escape his lips, he raised a hand to cup his mouth and fake a cough. Man, sometimes Mike just thought even he was too hilarious for his own good. He just nodded so he wouldn't have to open his mouth and talk to the guy. He was just having a really hard time taking this guy seriously now, but he took his hand anyways and gave it a firm shake.

"Well, If you'll come with me I'll show you around. It's not a very big place so this won't take much of your time. Here, let me show you to the office." Joseph said in a cheerful voice that made Mike's ears ring. He began to turn away and walk off.

Mike followed him down a hallway labeled 'Employees Only' at the very end of the restaurant. And boy, was it a long hallway, leading all the way down to a doorless room on the right.

"This is your office, Mike." Joseph said as he turned to give Mike a small smile. "It's not very big, I know, but it'll grow on you."

The room was barely bigger than a gas station bathroom. It had two doors on each side, both leading down the long hallway and into the Dining area. In the small room contained only a chair and small desk, on the small desk there were tiny little monitors, and a huge computer that took up the entire middle of the desk.

"And this computer here is how you'll be watching the place." Joseph said as he gestured to the monitor. "You got access to every room in this building; save for the kitchen. The kitchen camera is broke, but you can still hear the audio play from inside." He said with a curt nod in the direction of Mike.

"Huh…" Mike muttered crossly, taking in his office with a bitter sigh. He wasn't expecting anything special, but he had been hoping for, well, an actual fuckin' office, "So.. no doors?" Mike asked as he fixated his cold blue eyes back on his boss.

"Oh! I was just getting to that." He smiled and walked over to the door on the right and pressed the "door" button with a finger, which caused an EXTREMELY heavy metal door to crash down almost instantly onto the floor. Mike couldn't stop a flinch from racking his body at the sudden sound. "Light and safety doors, just in case the place does get robbed and you need to protect yourself. Oh, that's right! The staff members brought in this here new fan. Fair warning; it gets hot as hell in here during the night, so hopefully this will help clear the air." Joseph explained in a bright and optimistic voice. Mike stared at him dully and then looked down at the fan. It was a little thing, but it did bring cool air into the room. Good, at least Mike wasn't left with a shitty fan.

"Ah, well thanks. Damn, those are really heavy doors." Mike observed quietly. He shot his manager a glance and walked over to the door and began to press the door button softly, which caused it to open up almost as fast as it came down.

"Mmmhmm, now, remember Mike, we do have rules. Rule #1, no drinking or smoking outside of this office. Rule #2, do not turn the generator back on if it turns off after hours, if you run out of power it's your're own fault. Aaaand rule #3..." Joseph smiled and handed Mike a stupid little toy; it was a plastic cupcake with big ass eyes that just stared into Mike's soul. "Remember to have fun!" Joseph said brightly.

"Uuuuh… yeah, thanks!" Mike said and faked a smile as he promptly sat the cupcake right next to the fan. "I'll remember that…" Mike said as he let his icy eyes bitterly wonder around. Gosh, he was really going to hate this, wasn't he? But he needed the money. He had to do it. Mike stifled a sigh and looked back at his manager with the fake smile still stuck on his face.

"Good! Well, I guess that's actually it.. not much need to be seen here. Now, I'll just give you your uniform, and then you'll just see me out, and I'll lock the place down and you can start the shift."

Mike curtly nodded and swayed on his feet with slight nerves. He didn't get nervous often, but there was something about being left alone here that bugged him. Eh, he brushed it off. Mike nonchalantly nodded again. "Okay, cool."

Joseph led Mike to the Backstage and handed Mike the security uniform; which was nothing much really. Just some blue pants and button up T-Shirt, along with a security guard cap, sticky name tag, and a taser. Nothing big. Joseph turned to the animatronics and exhaled a deep sigh, "Bonnie was always my favorite, you know… I grew up with these guys… and in just a few months, they are going to be gone forever," Joseph's tone wasn't cheery and uplifting anymore, it was soft and sentimental. Mike blinked and a frown slowly appeared on his face at this sudden mood swing.

Joseph turned to Mike with his hands on his hips. "You ever had something like that? Something from your childhood that you just couldn't really let go?" He asked softly. Mike stood there for a moment, and nodded slowly as he thought over what his boss had said. "Yeah… Sure did." Mike said as his eyes made contact with the carpeted ground.

Joseph nodded and led Mike to the entrance so he could lock up the building. "Now, remember, save your power, don't mess with the security doors, and stay in the office at all times." He instructed as he looked over his shoulder to gaze at Mike.

"Got it," Mike nodded. Joseph took out the keys and helped them out for Mike, when Mike went to grab them Joseph pulled back for a second, "Oh, yeah! You're going to be getting a phone call in your office later. It's from the last security guard, great man, been with us for a long time. Okay?"

Mike nodded again, "Alright…" He took the keys and was prepared to lock up for the night, but Joseph took a huge sigh. "Mike…"

Mike looked towards Joseph with inquisitive blue eyes, "What is it?"

"Well… it's nothing. Be careful though, alright?"

Mike smirked and spoke in a confident tone, "Heh I'm pretty sure that I can handle any bitch that walks into this place. Trust me, nobody will even know anyone was here last night when I'm done."

11:54

Well it was almost time to shut the place down for good, Mike had a himself a fresh cup of soda, and a hot slice of pizza. The cameras were up and running. The animatronics were in there place… yeah, this job was going to be cake.

Mike walked out of the bathroom, suited in the blue uniform that Joseph had given him. He walked to the stage and looked up at the lifeless, creepy animatronic… Mike couldn't decided if they were creepier moving or just being stationary. Their lifeless eyes started at the empty chairs and tables, arms and legs motionless, and eyes as cold as death.

"Well guys… I guess it's just us for tonight.."