A/N: Well, here's Mike's first night on the job! Will he survive the other four? Read on and find out!

Disclaimer: If I owned Five Nights at Freddy's, there'd be no need for me to write a fan FICTION now, would there?

"You sure about this, hon?" My mom looked at me as we drove, her face filled with confusion and concern.

"Positive." I answered dryly.

It had been almost a week since I was kicked out of college. Once my dad was finished threatening to disown me, I told him and mom about my plans. No point in beating around the bush. They both went quiet. For the first time ever, my mom was the first one to break the ice. She advised me against it, offered to let me work with her instead, reminded me of the little incident that happened there all those years ago, but I was adamant. After all, it was something to do, and it's not like I ever sleep anyway.

"But sweetie, you don't want to screw up your sleeping habits even more, do you?" My mom had asked. "Staying up from midnight til six won't do anything for those bags under your eyes."

"I'll sleep during the day." I said simply. "Pretend I'm an owl from now on."

"But," My dad started, "After all these years, after…"

"Think of it like therapy." I interrupted. "If I go back to the place where it happened and see that they really are just harmless robots, it'll help ease my childhood trauma."

It was at that moment that I thanked every god I knew for my expert lying skills. I wanted the opposite to happen-to see them come alive with my own eyes. Literally. Not healthy I know, but then again, no one ever accused me of being the sanest guy around.

Finally, my mom and dad caved…kind of. They agreed to give me a few days to think about it, decide if that was what I really wanted. The days came and went, and I started (trying to) sleep during the day, to prepare myself for my new job. My mind was made up, so now here we were.

"Y'know, I remember my first job." My mom chuckled uneasily, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "I was a waitress in a diner, y'know, one of those old-timey ones where we zip around on roller skates. I'd go there after class, get into my cute little outfit…"

"Was this before or after you rented a time machine to the fifties?" I asked. My mom sighed, her smile disappearing.

"Look, Mike, could you try and be a little less blunt? This is a real, bona fide job, I don't think Mr. Fazbirch will appreciate your, um, humor as much as the kids you used to babysit."

"I like kids." I pointed out. "They're not judgmental like adults." My mom started to open her mouth, maybe to ask why I didn't take the day shift instead in that case, but changed her mind, shaking her head in defeat. I didn't argue with her further. What was the point, anyway? I'd be watching a bunch of cameras all night.

Finally, the Freddy Fazbear's logo came into sight, and Mom parked.

"Well, here we are." She said. "I'd go in with you, but I'm really tired." As if to emphasize her point, she let out a huge yawn. "I never was much of a night owl. Clearly that's not something you inherited."

"I can handle this." I assured her. "Your little boy's not so little anymore." I turned around and started to walk off.

"Mike?" I turned my head a little to look at my mom. Her green eyes, so similar to Fritz's, were brimming with sadness.

"Be careful, okay?"

"Alright." I promised. She drove back off and I resumed walking. I looked at the posters of the Fazbear band and Foxy the pirate, and felt memories washing back over me.

"Crazy to think that it's been nine years." I said out loud, to no one in particular. I pushed open the double doors and walked inside, passing the stage and Pirate's Cove, until I finally reached the manager's office.

"Hello?" I asked, knocking on the door. "Mister Fazbirch? It's Mike Schmidt."

"Come in." A voice on the other side of the door answered. I obliged, and was greeted with the sight of a large man in a button-up shirt and vest. He smiled as soon as he saw me.

"Ah, Mike! Take a seat!" I sat down, surveying him unflinchingly. "Now Mike, I've looked over your application, and I'd be happy to have you on board. Before I give you your first pay check though, I'm gonna have to put you through kind of a 'trial period'."

"Trial period?" I asked, curious.

"Five nights." Mr. Fazbirch continued. "To see if…to see if you can handle it. Doing this every single night, I mean."

I knew he was lying. He was looking everywhere but at me. Mr. Fazbirch was hiding something, and I had a feeling it had something to do with the stories I'd heard.

"Five nights at Freddy's?" I asked. I then shrugged. "Okay. I'll give it a shot."

"Excellent!" Mr. Fazbirch gave me a smile, and I noticed that his teeth were a bit more pointed than you'd expect from a normal human.

Is he really Freddy in disguise? I thought. I pushed that thought away and filled out the contract Mr. Fazbirch gave me.

"We've got uniforms in the supplies closet." Mr. Fazbirch informed me, standing up. "What size jacket do you wear?"

"Small." I answered. I noticed him looking at my midsection before turning back to the closet. It might've been my imagination, but I heard him mumble something about me needing to eat more. He emerged, holding a light blue jacket and hat, which he handed to me, still smiling.

"Enjoy your first night, Mr. Schmidt. And um…do keep an eye on the cameras, okay?"

Second time that night an adult warned me to be careful, albeit not directly. I gave him a nod, and then left the office, pulling on my uniform as I walked towards the security office. As I walked through the door, I looked around at my surroundings. Not much to look at-a bunch of screens, a fan, a phone, a poster of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica, and some kids' drawings of the characters.

I looked down at my watch. Twelve o'clock on the dot.

"Right…here we go."

Immediately after I said this, the phone rang. I leaned over and pressed the speaker button so that I could check out the screens while listening to the call.

"Hello? Hello?" A man's voice started.

"Um…hi?" I answered, wondering who would be calling the office, and why so late.

"Uh," the guy continued, "I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night."

Oh. It was a recording. I leaned back in my chair to listen to the rest of it.

"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 bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about, uh…you'll do fine! So let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?"

They sure know how to make newcomers feel welcome here, don't they? I thought as I looked through the screens. The hallway was clear, which I suppose meant that Mr. Fazbirch had already left. Next I checked on Freddy and his gang. They were all still standing in the same place. Next was Pirate's Cove. All I saw there were the purple curtains.

"Uh…let's see. First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Eh, 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."

The guy sounded almost as dull as I would have had I been in his shoes, and I couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Fazbirch paid him extra to say that.

"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person." The man continued. "Upon the discovery that damage or death have occurred, a missing persons' 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."

I stared. Just what was going on here?

"Now, that might sound bad, I know-but there's really nothing to worry about!" Phone guy assured me. "Uh, 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 be a bit irritable at night too."

"Funny you should mention that." I commented as I checked back on Freddy and his friends and saw Bonnie looking right at the camera.

"So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and you need to show them a little respect. Right? Ok."

"Alright then." I said snarkily, to distract myself from the nervousness that was already spreading all over my body. "Freddy, I respectfully ask that you and your pals not brutally murder me."

"So just be aware-the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh-they're left with some kind of 'free-roaming mode' at night. Uh-something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too, but then there was the 'Bite of 87'."

My blood ran cold.

"Yeah, it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, ya know?"

My eyes narrowed as I looked at the phone.

"Yeah…amazing." I forced myself not to have flashbacks as I resumed listening.

"Now, concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters…uh…if they happen to see you after hours won't recognize you as a person. They'll-they'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

My heart started beating faster.

"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 can imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could lead to discomfort…and death."

I leaned forward even more in my seat, my hands gripping the handles of my chair. On the screen, I noticed that Bonnie had left the stage. A quick scan of the cameras showed me that she was now in the dining area.

Coming to get me.

"Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth, when they pop out the front of the mask." Phone guy let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up."

My hands began to shake.

"But hey, first day should be a breeze; I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright. Goodnight."

I stared at the phone for a couple more seconds, then slowly, slowly, looked back at the cameras to check on the animatronics. Freddy and Bonnie were still on the stage, but Bonnie wasn't in the dining area anymore.

So where was she?

I got my answer as I looked at another camera. She was in the hall, getting closer to me.

My eyes widened, my breath came out shakily...and I grinned like an idiot.

Alright, so at this point you're probably thinking that I'm crazy, or suicidal. But I'm not-not exactly. It's just that being in danger, or just a scary situation in general, gets me excited. I can't help myself. My heart beating like a drum, the adrenaline rushing through my body-those are the only times I truly feel alive.

And now that I knew that the stories were true and these animatronics really did kill people, I got the feeling that I'd be feeling like that a LOT tonight. If I managed to survive til morning, that is.

A/N: Now things are getting exciting! Next chapter is where things deviate a little from the game. Review, please!