Disclaimer: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's. I do, however, own my own versions of the characters.
You know that old saying 'be careful what you wish for'? Seems like that should be obvious, right? But some people have to learn that advice the hard way. And as much as it shames me to admit it, I was one of those people. All I wanted was some more excitement in my life. Something to get my heart racing, make me feel alive. When I got it, that should've been it. I should've just left. But, being the idiot I was, I stuck around. And now I'm in far too deep to just leave.
Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Maybe I should start by introducing myself. Name's Mike Schmidt. I'm five foot nine and ninety pounds. No, you didn't read that wrong. I…don't have much of an appetite a lot of the time. I also don't go out much, so I'm really pale. Despite being only nineteen, my hair is completely gray. It's also messy, and grows a little past my chin. I have dull (some would say dead) green eyes, with dark shadows under them.
Needless to say, I'm not popular with girls. Or anyone, for that matter. Not that I care. Nineteen years old and already a complete burnout. Though to be honest I've been this way for a while, ever since…going too far again. I'm bad at this.
Let me just go back to the beginning-winter 1996. The day I got kicked out of college.
"…proud of yourself?! Well, Mike?! Are you proud?!" My dad glared at me, his face red. "You just barely pass your first year of college, now you go and get yourself expelled halfway through your second year?!"
"Technically, I wasn't expelled." I deadpanned. "They let me go for 'failure to live up to academic expectations'." I swear I saw a vein pop in my dad's head. He opened his mouth to shout at me some more, but my mom put her hand on his shoulder.
"Victor, enough." She turned to me. She didn't look angry, but her eyes were full of disappointment. It was obvious she was trying to keep calm.
"Mike, maybe we were too hasty in sending you to college right away. After all, you didn't have an easy time in high school; I'm beginning to think maybe it would've been better if you had taken a year off before…"
"A year off?!" My dad rounded on her. "Holly, don't encourage him! Mike's problem is that he's lazy! He wouldn't have had such a hard time if he just put in the effort!"
"Well, if you didn't shout so much!"
And like that, my parents were in a shouting match. Knowing them, it would take at least twenty minutes before they remembered that they were mad at me instead of each other. I excused myself, heading upstairs to my room. I needed something to take my mind off of everything, and nothing did the trick like my favorite game, Space Invaders.
Let me set the record straight right now-I am not lazy. Remember the dark circles I mentioned under my eyes I mentioned? That's from lack of sleep. I can't sleep a lot of the time, so I try to study, like a good overworked student. 'Try' being the key word. A lot of the time I can't focus on the words I'm reading. Needless to say, because of that, my grades weren't the best. And now, after failing test after test, here I am.
I sat down at my desk, pulling out my game station and starting up the game. I stared unblinkingly at the screen as I shot the alien ships, pretending that every one of them was my mom's or dad's head. Just then, the door opened.
"Mike? Hey, Mike!"
"Did the parentals send you in?" I asked croakily, not looking up from my game.
"Nope, they're still arguing." My sister Francine, or Fritz, as most people knew her, walked into my room.
"Brought you dinner." I just ignored her. I was too busy distracting myself from the real world to care about food. Fritz sighed. "It's Chinese food!"
"Spare ribs?" I asked
"Um-hmm."
And lo mein?"
"Yep."
"Chicken?"
"You betcha."
"Gimmee."
I paused my game and stood up, grabbing the take-out box and a pair of chopsticks from her. Fritz put her hands on her hips as I started to eat.
Despite us being brother and sister, Fritz and I look almost nothing alike. For starters, her skin is peach-colored, since she actually has a social life and goes out, instead of staying inside all the time. She has a nice, slender frame, but like healthy, not a stick like yours truly, and long, wavy black hair. The only feature we really share is that we both have green eyes, and even those are different from mine, being much more full of life and usually burning with anger, due to her hot temper. Even though she's pretty good-looking otherwise, Fritz has unusually thick eyebrows for a girl, which she's really sensitive about. So naturally, I go out of my way to point them out whenever she gets on my nerves.
"So, what are you going to do now?" Fritz asked as I slurped some noodles. "Gonna try to look for another college?"
"Probably not." I answered nonchalantly. "I did the college thing; I think it's obvious it's not for me. At least, not right now."
"What, then?" Fritz demanded. "You're not going to just sit around and play games for the rest of your life, are you?"
"Of course not." I said, lifting a big piece of chicken to my mouth. "Mom and Dad would toss me out on the street." I gathered more noodles, put them in my mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
"I think it's fairly obvious what I have to do. I'm gonna look for a job."
"Like what?" Fritz asked. She then let out a snort. "You gonna babysit again, like when you were sixteen?"
"Don't be ridiculous." I deadpanned. "If I'm gonna get by, I'm gonna need more than ten bucks an hour." Fritz sighed.
"And the award for 'failure to understand sarcasm' goes to…"
"Do me a favor." I interrupted her. "Get me a newspaper."
She glared at me like I'd just called her an insulting name.
"I'm not a dog!"
"I never said that you were." I said matter-of-factly. "I just asked you to get me a newspaper. Please." Fritz rolled her eyes and walked out the door. As soon as she was gone, I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling.
What kind of job would I get? I wouldn't help my dad out in his landscaping business, that was for sure. He'd just yell at me when I invariably did something wrong, like always. Working at my mom's bookstore wouldn't be much better. She'd act like she wasn't disappointed if I put one book out of place, but her tone of voice made it obvious that she was questioning how she could have such an idiot for a son.
I just hope they don't ship me off to the military or something. I was just imagining myself with a shaved head and fatigues when Fritz came back in, holding the newspaper.
"Here." She said. "Don't say I never do you any favors." I mumbled thanks to her and took the newspaper in one hand, still holding my take-out box in the other hand. I then flipped to the 'Help Wanted' section.
"Telemarketing?" I questioned. "Yes, that's what I want, to call complete strangers only for them to hang up two seconds in. Retail? Doesn't appeal to me." Suddenly, my eyes fell on an ad.
"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? Boy, does that bring back memories." I looked over at Fritz, who now had an uncomfortable look on her face.
"Yeah, not all of them good."
"Says they're looking for a night guard." I put my now half-empty box of Chinese food on the desk, taking the newspaper in both hands. "Twelve to six. Doesn't pay much…but it sounds interesting."
"Interesting?" Fritz snorted. "Sitting around for six hours watching a bunch of creepy-ass animatronics?" She shuddered. "Can't believe we ever liked those things. I swear, they look like they'd murder someone."
"Depending on who you ask, they already have."
Fritz raised an eyebrow.
"Come again?"
"You haven't heard the stories?" I turned around to look at her. "I've heard rumors. People say that Freddy and his friends come alive at night and walk around the pizzeria. Their circuits are all wonky, so if they see a human, they kill 'em. Stuff them into a Freddy suit full of sharp, pointy bits."
"Killer robots, huh?" Fritz asked. "Well, that would explain why…" An awkward silence passed between us for what seemed like an eternity. Fritz was the first one to break it.
"You're gonna apply right away, aren't you?"
"You do know me well." I polished off what was left of my dinner and grabbed a nearby pen.
"Well hey, we've only been living together for seventeen years now."
"MIKE! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"" Fritz bit her bottom lip nervously.
"Guess Mom and Dad finally noticed that you left." I internally swore. For my own sake, I knew I should get down there ASAP. Dad would tear me a new one if I didn't. Sighing, I put the newspaper aside, making a mental note to write out my resume as soon as I got back.
Even if the rumors turned out to be true and I ended up getting mangled by the animatronics, it would be a hell of a lot better than this.
A/N: And so we're introduced to Mike! I hope you guys like him-I sure had fun writing him XD Most of the chapters are gonna be written from his POV, though I do plan on shiftlng to the other characters every now and then. And yes, not only is Fritz a girl in this, but his sister. Like I said, characters are gonna be different in this story. I just noticed that I mistakenly said that my CP fanfic was 'Poor Little Souls' instead of 'Rewritten Pastas' in the prologue. Fail -_-
Oh, fun fact-there's a reason I had Mike eating Chinese food in this-as pointed out in one article, whenever a character is eating Chinese food in a movie or TV show, it's a good indicator that shit's about to go down. Well, enough of that. Be kind and review, please!