Prologue
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Utah, 12:00 A.M.
The midnight skies were overcast under a new moon. No stars or moons were visible over the state of Utah. A single car, a small two seat Sedan pulled into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the driver being a middle aged Caucasian brown haired and eyed male. Wearing a blue uniform with a security badge and name tag, he wore blue plants with a belt containing: tear gas, pepper spray, mace, a taser, a nightstick, and a 9mm Glock 19 sidearm. His name tag said "Mike Schmidt."
He was hired by Fazbear's entertainment as a night time security guard as a result of the mysterious disappearances of five of the company's target audience: toddlers. The pay was honestly terrible, and the hours were too few, but no one else was hiring. He unlocked the door and made his way to the office, having arrived five minutes earlier.
'Dang it people, couldn't you have at least invested in a portable generator? Let's look at the cameras.' He was getting ready for his first shift when he noticed the power was starting to decrease. All of a sudden, the phone rang.
"Hello? Hello, hello! Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm...finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact so...I know it can be a little overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about, uhh, you'll do fine! So...let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Ok? Uh...let's see. First there's an introductory greeting from the company I'm supposed to read. Eeh it's kind of a legal thing, you know. 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon the discovery of the damage or death has occurred, a missing person's report will be filed within ninety days or as soon as property and premise have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced. Blah, blah, blah.' Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about! Uhh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing...those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and you need to show them a little respect. Right? Ok. So just be aware: the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uhh, they're left with some kind of 'free-roaming mode' at night. Uhhh...something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long? Uhh...they used to wander during the day too, but then there was the bite of '87. Yeah... it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, ya know? Now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as the night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters...uhh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without it's costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, Now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires and animatronic devices especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when the pop out the front of the mask, heh. Y-yeah they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, goodnight."
It was 1:00 A.M. when he noticed the animatronics were moving.
Mike had to do a double take. Wait! Where did Bonnie go?! Checking the cameras once again, he found Bonnie walking through the dining room towards his office!
'OH NO!' Mike rushed to close the door, only to find out to his horror Chica was also gone as well as Foxy. Closing all the doors, he noticed it was only 3:00am and his power was at 2% Knowing there was no chance at surviving, he offered silent prayers to God.
The power turns off. Pitch blackness is all that can be seen. Mike continues praying, but his prayers are futile when he hears music and sees lights blinking from Freddy Fazbear. The last sound from Mike was a mighty scream that no one would hear.
No one that is, except a mysterious organization known only as The Center.