More than 20 reviews, more than 1K views, 11 favorites, 20 followers, and counting... With all that numbers, the only thing I can say is thank you. Thank you kindly, thank you lovely. Thank you. You guys are really kind. This was suppose to be a troll/crack fic according to my friend, but maybe the result wasn't really what he was expecting. Regardless, thank you very much!

Now, since this is chapter two, ufortunately, I'll have to stablish a few things. It maybe would a boring chapter with almost nothing to do with the FN F world, but please bear with it. Again, thank you!

Five nights at Freddy's, of course, does not belongs to me.

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~~X~~

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'Now this is a story all about how...

My life got flipped, turned upside down...

And I'd like to take a minute, so sit right there...

I'll tell you how I become the guard at Freddy Fazbear's...'

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And there was young NEET Mike Schmidt. Shut-in from society, in a small condo place, with a "home" with just an american kitchen, a bathroom, a sofa and a play-room for him and his games, that little piece of useless air-stealer was playing his little MMORPG with his group, and by group I mean four different computers with four different characters for him to control at the same time.

Yeah... "Group".

But he was doing just fine like that. Despite the bags under his eyes, his skinny frame from a diet consisting in only flapjacks and canned coffee, and an ungodly odour for not bathing an entire weekend, the young NEET was doing just fine with his game, the allowance from his mother, a divorced lady with a big heart, and the small world he called home. He didn't need anything else. The world outside was cruel, boring and just plain weird for him. He doesn't need anything else aside of his own. Yeah, that was life for him...

*DING-DONG!*

"Huuh...?" Snapping him out of his near-asleep state, as he slayed one more poor Player out of the virtual world, the eletronic bell rang. What a curious happening. He doesn't remember ordering any upgrades of special packs this week. He didn't have any friends or interested relatives, so, the person by the other side of the door was a mystery to him. Oh, well, better ignore it. "Hey! If it is a jenovah witness, I'm not interested! If It's some kind of bonus pack, just leave it at the door, thank you!"

And, thinking everything was over, Mike went back to his video-game. However, when he was about to slay the boss, the doorbell again rang. His finger slipped, and he attacked an ally as result, AKA his computer nº3. A surprise attack was enough to vanish his character to nonexistence. Even with that, the lad just sighed. That was annoying, yes, but he could aways try again.

*DING-DONG!* *DING-DONG!* *DING-DONG!*

"I'm coming, I'm coming! Geez!" Now annoyed, the brunette stood up from his revolving door and walked to the front door, still wearing a t-shirt with the name of his favorite game and baggy blue sweatpants. Passing through the mountains of game covers, junk food bags and sofa, he finally reached to the door, reaching for the knobdoor and turning it to a side. "Look, however you are, please, be aware I'm not interested, and I'll call the..."

He stopped mid-sentence when he saw whom was the creature knocking on his own Heaven's door. A cute, small, young little girl, wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves and hugging a Freddy Fazbear teddy bear in front of her chest. Mike blinked a few times, and realized the thing in front of him was real. The girl mimicked his blinks, and even leaned her little head to a side like he did, both in complete confusion.

"Well, who the hell are you suppose to be? I don't remember ordering a loli, and I'm pretty sure the Gilgamesh Armor Pack(fictional) does not come with one." Half-joking, half-rethorically Speaking, the brunette pat the girl's golden locks. Her, on the other hand, stepped inside his condo, and took her way to it. "Hey! Don't go entering other people's houses like that, specially of a young man's like myself!"

The girl, however, turned around and stared his blue eyes with her own. Then, she pulled a little letter from her butt-pocket and gave it to him. Confused, yet curious, Mike picked the paper from her hands and, analizing it a little, he opened it to read the message inside of the paper foil...

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"Hey, Mikey, how are you?

If you're reading this message, than this means you have a cute little girl in front of you, probably staring awkwardly at you. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

This little girl is your half-sister. I know! Crazy, isn't? After you chose your mother instead of me, I move on, and now, like before, I have a family. Or rather, had a family. You see, second mommy here caught me cheating on her, and now she wants a divorce. Since second mommy is taking care of paperwork bullshit, and I'm taking care... Of my third family, I decided to lend her to you for the time being. Take care of her, and don't eat her. Seriously.

Her name is Annabelle, btw.

P.S.: do you know any good lawyers? Daddy is kind of stuck.

Love, John Leonetti(AKA, your daddy.)"

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"Way to go, dad. Haven't enough with mom, have you?" The brunette sighed in Disgust, folding the letter in a ball and tossing it into a trashbin in his kitchen. Now, what to do. Mike shot his eyes to the little blondie, and they blue orbs met. With eyes like these, she was undoubtly his sister. What a pain. "Er... Nice to meet you, sis. I'm your brother... Half-brother Michael, but you can call me Mike. Or big bro."

"..."

"Wow... Awkward." He muttered to himself, being shot with uneasiness by her blue eyes. "Say sis, do you have any hobbies, or friends, or maybe something you're not suppose to eat?"

"..."

"Do you want to eat something?" He turned around and took his way to the little american kitchen, a simple place merge with his only living room, with a counter, some boxes, closets of food and a single little refrigerator, the one he pushed the handle of. "Let me see what we got here... We got OG, soda, purple stuff that probably shouldn't be here..."

'Kill me~...'

"And the head of a spy."

"..."

"I also have no idea how this ended up here." And he closed his little fridge of horrors, only to face his little sister again, her belly grumbling in hunger. "Now, what to do? Do you have any idea, lil'sis?"

"..."

"How about we go at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria and eat something, huh? How about a welcome party gift from your big bro? I'll pay it for you." For the first time since he first met her, Annabelle showed some emotion, widing her own blue eyes, and leaving her jaw hanging from her mouth. Mike couldn't hold the cuteness, as he covered his eyes with his own hand hand tossed his own head backwards. "Hnnng! So cute! I can't take it!"

"B-Big... Bro..."

"Huh...?" That low, slightly coarse, voice reached his ears with ease. Shooting his eyes back to her little sister, Mike blinked a few times, seeing her tremble until finally shouting...

"I want... I want the FazBurguer with the muzzarella special combo, big bro!"

"Whaaaaat?!"

And he was taking back by her choice of food. What?! Did she just asked for a FazBurguer with the muzzarella special combo?! Holy Molly! The Burguer itself was a heart-killer, at least five stores of cheese, ham, Burguer, bacon, sauces and lettuce! Not to mention the sides, and the muzzarella special was one of the reasons why parents were complaining about the place, together with the Anti-child-obesity society... And the whole medical institute for that matter. Worst of all, those things were Expensive, with capital E. To think a little girl was ordering such things...

"Errr... Lil'sis, Ann, let's calm down, shall we? I mean, you probably tired from the trip and stuff, I don't think you can eat those... Eheheheh..."

"..." And she pouted. Of course, how could she not? "Big bro, you said you'll pay for everything."

"Well, It's because... You know... Big bro was about to buy the new game and..."

"You said... Everything... *POUT*"

"A-ah... Ahahahah... Well, I still have to buy that..."

"Everything." *POUT*

"Okay, okay. Let's eat what you want, princess."

"Yay~..." And the lad miserably dropped his head in defeat, while his sister, still with her stoic expression, lifted both arms and cried in pure expressionless victory and Joy. Picking his wallet under layers of cheat-books and empty ramen cups, the boy grew a smile and walked beside his little sister to the Pizzeria not many miles away...

And there it goes his beloved money for the week...

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~~X~~

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"Holy... Mother... On a kangaroo... With baby Jesus... Shooting lasers out of his eyes... That shit was intense!"

And it was. In just a few hours, little Annabelle ate all of that mountain of fat and meat called "Freddy FazBurguer Special", french fries and onion rings, not to mention he could ate a Slice of that gigantic muzzarella pizza, while she was turning it around while eating the revolving borders. He doesn't eat that much, since he usually saves money for his games and packs, but that can not be normal. After that, Annabelle made him spent the rest of his money with toys, fliperama-coins and food. All besides those creepy and scary animatronics: Freddy, the retarted bear; Bonnie, the junkie Bunny and Chica Guevara.

Well, at least she had her fun. Now, Mike was piggy-backing her back to his little comdo, while carrying a large sack full of toys, prices and tickets. There it was, his beloved money in form of kids' silly gadgets. No more games this week...

"Thank you, big bro... I love you." She said, half-asleep in his back, a little paperboard crown decorating the top of her blond locks. The brunette was taken back a little, but in the end he smiled.

"Yeah, I love you too, lil'sis." He said, walking with much more energy now. She was happy, and that was all that matters for now. For now, forget money, forget games, he was a hell of a big bro.

However...

"Promise me... You will bring me back at least once a week..."

*CRACK!*

"W-W-What...?" He said. The cracking sound of his little mind shattering could be heard for miles now. No. No, no, no, no, no. At least once a week in that furry nightmare? Letting her eat like a goddamn sailor, and pulverizing the money in his wallet?! No! He was already calculating how much he would have to expend with another person in his house. Eating at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at least once a week with all of that?! He gulped his own pride and sorrow, and smiled awkwardly. "H-Hey... Little sis... How about we reconsider that? I mean, you don't wanna turn into a fat blob, right?"

"..."

"Annie...?"

"Okay, big bro. I understand that you have to make both mommies happy." She said. Now, that since sentence was enough to make Mike stop on his track and take a minute to digest that new information.

"W-What did you say, sis?"

"Yeah. Mommy one likes shiny and fluffy things, and mommy two likes to spend the night with daddy. That's why daddy don't have time to love me. Annie thought maybe without mommy one, daddy would spend more time with her, but I guess he loves mommy two more now." Midway her little tale, mike's left eye twitched a little, while the grip in his hand tighten even more. "Big bro, am I naughty? Is Annie a naughty girl?"

"No. You're not, sister" He sighed, taking his way back home. Of course, his dad was the problem. His dad was always the problem. The girl in his back smiled and snuggled even further into the back of his neck. It was a good sensation, a good warmth. "Okay, Annie. Let's eat at Freddy's once a week."

"Big bro...?"

"But only if you promise me that you won't get fat like Chica."

"..." She stayed quiet for a while, and then smiled. "Of course! Chica is smelly and fat! I will never be like her, big bro!"

"Really? Well, you are heavy, aren't you!"

"Bluh! You meanie!"

"Ahahahahah..."

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~~X~~

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"I want the job!"

"And I want a goddamn dinossaur riding a motorcycle made out of cheese and shooting from his hand-shotguns."

And now Mike went silent again. In front of him was the owner of Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria, mr. Charles L. R. Fazbear, a man with a balding head with some tuffs of hair by the sides, a funny looking mustache under his nose and wearing a typical grey-white business suit, standing right behind the wooden table in front of Mike, sat on his revolving chair and writing down something in a piece of paper on his desk.

Yep, there he was, again in the infamous family restaurant, now in the owner's office, looking for a job in there. Of course, being a stupid NEET with zero aptitute in anything but gaming, he was forced to search for a simple job, near his house and which working-hours could workout with his duty as big brother and one of the best players in his little MMORPG. Seeing the articles at the newspaper, he saw they need a Midnight guard at Freddy Fazbear's, and of course he would take the chance to maybe have some discounts and privilegies in it.

Now, it was the time for the job interview, and wearing his most neat cheap suit, he was now talking to the boss. Skipping introductions and typical conversation, now the two were facing each other. It's time for the most important part of the interview...

"Champ, I have to be honest with you: there's three things you need to have to work in here." The older man across the table said, turning around his chair. "Especially in the night shift, you'll need those three atributes the most."

"I understand, sir."

"Do you, champ? Do you?" Silence yet again. Mike gulped. What the hell is wrong with that man. His eyebrows were twitching. "Let me ask you something: would you fuck an animatronic?"

"..."

"..."

"What?"

"Yeah, fuck an animatronic. Y'know, have your way with them. Stick you wrench inside their circuits. Short-circuit them with your love." Now, the brunette was the one twitching his eye. That was getting weird. Really weird. "I'm sick tired of those pervert trying to work here just to satisfy their sick fetishs, and then get sued when their peel their Dicks off in between the Gears and wires of the animatronics. That's also the reason why they stink so bad and ooze blood and mucus out of their bodies."

"Err..."

"Ever fingered a robot, champ?"

"Look, nothing against those people, but I don't have that kind of fetish." Guess who's not gonna sleep tonight... Hopelly, it would be Mike, since he wants to work in the night shift and all.

"That's good, champ. Very good. Since you want to work in the night shift, that rule is not going to be a bother, though." And the boss casually turned around, while the poor brunette let a 'whaat~' out of his mouth. "Okay, second question: what makes you think you'll be a good security guard?"

"Well... I play a lot of MMORPG's in my free time."

"Go on..."

"And I play with four characters in it..."

"What makes you think I care?"

"... At the same time."

"Oh. Attention to multiple tasks. That's also very good." Mr. Fazbear apparentely wrote that down too. Mike didn't know what to think, but he hoped he was doing just fine in this interview. The chef took one final breath and then. "Okay, boy, you passed. Congrats."

"W-What...?" So fast? That was unexpected. "Sir, that's it? I'm ready to go and stuff?"

"Yeah, you'll just need sign a contract, get your uniform ready, and by the end of the week, you'll get your paycheck." And mr. Fazbear just stood up from his chair and walked to besides Mike's own. "After all, if you ever give up, or dissapear for that matter, I'll just hire a new one."

"What...?" Wow, that was cold.

"But, now, now, let's get you ready, son. So, fliperama-coins and extra price-tickets as half of your payment? That's unusual, but whatever, that won't cost me much, so I'm not gonna ask." And the bald man turned around to take his typical walk around his beloved restaurant, poundering about his new employee's strange request. "Good luck, champ. You'll need it."

"Hey, sir." And the lad also stood up from his chair to face his newly boss' back. Of course, he was extremely happy to be accepted, but a single question were bothering him. "With all do respect, I have to ask: what's the final atribute? The last thing I should have to work here?"

"..." And the boss turned around, and after a heavy sigh, took a deep breath and said. "Balls. I'll need to have balls, or just plain nonsense, to work here."

"Huh...? I don't get it."

"You will, champ. New, let's see your sizes..."

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And... There he is, wearing the typical blue security cap and uniform. Four walls, two fortified retractive doors, some posters of Freddy's iconic animatronics, an eletric fan, a mini-tv, a phone, his little security pager, and a little Freddy plushie of good luck, courtesy of his little sister. The place was actually pretty neat, despite the spider-webs and, with his butt in his chair and pager in his lap, the clock was about to turn to Midnight.

Working fromMidnight to six 6 AM as a security guard at Freddy's. Not the best work in the world, and only a crazy idiot would work for a paycheck way below minimum wage, but he was doing this for his little sister. His father was the worst kind of asshole, and Mike knew that being neglected during a whole childhood could be kinda harsh. Not to mention, Annabelle knew about their father's little jumps on the fence, so things were pretty south for her. Well, she was sleeping soundly now, and in a week, she was going to see her her beloved animatronics again.

So, there we has, supporting his back on his chair's own, killing some time and examinating the area with his little pager. During his little detour through the eyes of the cameras, he noticed two things. 1- The kitchen camera doesn't work, and; 2- those animatronics are really fucking scary. Holy crap. They are illegally creepy, It's almost obsense to look at them.

*BIP!* *BIP!* *BIP!*

Suddenly, however, a static shower hit the stage camera, and everything turned into a image of distorted white, grey and black lines, as the phone by his little rang, a red light next to the button meaning it was a message.

Everything just in time to the to clock to hit midnight...

"Huh... That's unusual..." Mike though, reaching by the phone and clicking the green button.

*CLICK!*

「YOU HAVE... ONE... RECORDED MESSAGE. 'H-Hello... Hello? Hey~, if you're hearing this message, then... Well, you got a pretty poor career choice...'」

"What the...?" Mike was completely confused, and when things couldn't get any weirder, the static shower in his pager vanished, and when it came back, no longer three animatronics were standing on the stage. "What the...?!"

"Hi there, new guy!"

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TO BE CONTINUED(?)

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It should? I dunno, maybe the chapter was kinda rushed, maybe it was kinda cliche, maybe it was kinda forced, but is in the second chapter where I put two into two and stablish a few things in the narrative. I hope it turned out okay. If not, I'm sorry, And I'll do my best in the next chapters.

Stay golden, y'all!