Disclaimer: If I owned anything, I'd have enough money to pay off my student loans. *Laughs, then cries*

Ten-year-old Mike grumbled to himself as he walked back into the main dining hall, a large cup of Dr. Pepper in his hands. It was his birthday and yet Fritz was making him get a drink for her. Oh well, he figured. At least he could see the Pirate's Cove show. Hopefully he hadn't missed too much.

"Alright, I got your dumb drink!" He said. "Now will you…" He let out a gasp as he looked up. He could barely even hear all the horrified screams and gasps over the blood pounding in his ears. The cup fell from his hands, the soda and ice spilling around his feet. But he barely noticed. His eyes were wide with horror, yet he couldn't run, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but look at the terrifying scene in front of him. Finally, he found his voice again

"Fritz?!"

My eyes snapped open. I didn't even realize I'd been sleeping. Frankly, with the night I'd had, I didn't think I'd be able to sleep at all. I looked at the clock next to my bed. Two o'clock. I looked from the clock to my ceiling, thinking about yesterday, my first night on the job. No wait, technically it was this morning. I guess I should've just been grateful that I made it out alive, but looking back on it, it just seemed so surreal. The animatronics had come to get me…except for one. It was a good thing I was lying down, because I didn't think I had the strength to stand up with the many, many thoughts and memories filling my head.

Foxy had helped me? He warned me about the others? But why, after he…

A sharp knocking on the door pulled me back into the real world.

"Mike! You up yet? It's been eight hours!" It was Fritz. I pulled myself up a little, mumbling that I was awake.

"Why are you here?" I asked as I started to pull myself out of bed. "Don't you have school?"

"Not on Saturday, dumbass!" Oh, right. Yesterday had been Friday.

"Look, I have a date, okay?" Fritz continued. "There's tuna salad in the fridge. Also, Mom wanted me to tell you that she won't be able to drive you to work tonight. The bookstore will be open til eleven tonight for some youth thing or other, and she doesn't have enough time to come back here and take you to your job."

"So how am I supposed to get there, then?" I asked, shuffling towards the door. "Ride my bike the whole way?"

"I guess." Fritz said. "Or you could ask Dad to take you."

"It's been a while since I took my bike anywhere." I responded. "Plus, I could use the fresh air." I opened the door-and immediately had to squint.

Fritz was wearing a sleeveless, bright pink dress and matching pink lipstick and blush. Her hair was brushed back into a ponytail. She'd even gotten her eyebrows waxed. Though with her genetics, I knew they'd be back to their old bushy selves in no time. She looked me up and down, her pretty pink lips pulling back as she gave me a weird look.

"You look like shit." Typical Fritz.

"I was up from midnight til seven." I reminded her. "How about you? You look like a flamingo. Your new boyfriend a birdwatcher or something?" She answered by punching me in the arm.

"Shut up." I walked past her, starting to make my way down to the kitchen. "So…how was it?"

"Boring." I lied. I knew that if I said that if I gave even the slightest hint that it was interesting, Fritz would start bugging me for details, and wouldn't let up until I'd told her everything. She raised an eyebrow.

"So…nothing?" She asked, sounding a little disappointed.

"I just watched a bunch of cameras all night. Didn't leave my office once." That technically wasn't a lie. That was all she was getting, though. There was no way I was about to tell Fritz that I'd almost been killed at least twice, and that Foxy had helped me, speaking in a little boy's voice. Though the more I thought about it, the less real that part seemed.

It was late. I could've been hearing things. Hell, was ANY of it even real? None of the animatronics had touched me; maybe I imagined that they were moving? But as much as I tried to brush it all off as a trick my mind had played on me, one thing from that night still stuck with me.

"We're not like what you're thinking."

What did that mean? What was going on? I thought back to the Phone Guy's message as I spread tuna on two pieces of bread. If the animatronics saw a night guard, they'd think that they were an endoskeleton and stuff them into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Somehow, I got the feeling that there was more to their actions than some problem with their circuits.

"Hey! Zombie boy!" I suddenly realized that Fritz had been talking to me, and turned slightly to face her.

"Eh?"

"I asked if you're really going to go back tonight?"

"It's my job." I deadpanned. Fritz started to reply, but the sound of a horn honking suddenly sounded from outside.

"That's him." She said. Without another word to me, she turned around and headed out the door, off to her date.

Every now and then I wonder what it's like to have a social life. Eh, whatever. I finished making my sandwich, and poured potato chips onto my plate.

The rest of the afternoon passed rather uneventfully after that. I washed the dishes, watched some TV, and thought even more about the previous night. I decided that it wasn't a dream. I was up late a lot, and I'd never had hallucinations, visual or auditory, before. The only thing that still didn't register with me was Foxy.

My situation didn't get much better when my dad showed up. Like Fritz, he started badgering me with questions. Unlike Fritz, though, I couldn't be sarcastic or anything or he'd yell at me for being a smartass. So I just answered and nodded where I could.

"You're sure you don't want to take up the family business? Y'know, landscaping can be pretty fun sometimes."

Sure. And afterwards I'll get a root canal and go skinny-dipping in a swimming pool full of cockroaches.

"I'm sure, Dad." I said flatly.

"Well then, how about I drive you tonight?"

I knew it was coming, but I still felt my stomach disappear.

"It's cool." I assured him, trying to stay calm. "I'll take my bike out."

"This late?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I'll be fine." I said. "Nothing ever happens here."

Which is why I have to go to the airport and watch planes take off just for some variety in my life.

Dad crossed his arms, surveying me. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind.

"Well, I guess you're old enough to take care of yourself. Can't baby you forever, after all." And he walked off, without another word to me. Honestly, I didn't expect anything different.

"Mike!" Mr. Fazbirch greeted me warmly, his lips pulled back to reveal his freakishly sharp teeth. It was almost ten hours later. Crazy how fast time flies when you're waiting to get back to a job that could very well kill you.

"So, how did you like your first night?"

I almost died. You stuck me in here with a bunch of killer robots, and now you're acting all friendly?!

"It was dull. Hopefully tonight will be a bit more exciting." If one good thing came from having an angry, shouting, rageaholic dad, it was that I'd learned to keep my thoughts to myself, and keep from saying things that might get me into trouble. Nonetheless, I saw Mr. Fazbirch's smile fade a little.

"Nothing happened? Nothing at all? Well, that's good." I stopped pulling my jacket on halfway and stared at him.

"Mr. Fazbirch…"

"Well, gotta go!" Mr. Fazbirch said, too quickly. "Got to get well-rested for tomorrow!" He beamed at me, though I could see the nervousness in his eyes. "See ya, Mike!" He did everything but shove me out of his office, and I pulled my hat over my eyes as I walked to my office.

"Right then, night two on the job." I said. "Just three more nights, then I get my paycheck."

Just then, the phone rang, like it had the previous night. I pressed the speaker button, and Phone Guy's voice greeted me once again.

"Er, hello? Hello? Well, if you're hearing this and you made it to Day 2, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Um…it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk, just to make sure everyone is in their proper place, y'know?"

"That is a good idea." I agreed, and started flipping through the cameras. Chica was already gone, and another glance showed me that she was in the dining area, looking right at the camera. I couldn't help but grimace a little as I saw her toothy beak.

Fritz is right. These robots are creepy as hell.

"Uh, interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often." Phone Guy continued.

"I noticed."

"I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so hey, that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights: uh, there are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside your doors, so if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react…not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that!"

"Yesterday you warned me that they'd stuff me inside a Fazbear suit, and that my eyes and teeth would be the only things left of me." I pointed out. "You can't just give out a warning like that, then brush it off." I knew it was pointless to argue with a voice recording, but whatever. I had to do SOMETHING to distract myself.

"Also, check on the character in Pirate's Cove from time to time." My eyes automatically flashed to the cameras. Foxy was already out, as if he'd heard him. "The character in there seems unique, in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know."

"That makes two of us." I said dryly.

"Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control. Uh, talk to you soon!" The message ended, and I looked at the cameras again. Chica was getting closer. She had nothing on Foxy, though, who was running straight to the office, like the previous night. Damn he was fast. My first thought was to close the door, lock him out like before. But then a thought came to me. Foxy had hung around outside the office all of last night, and hadn't tried to kill me once, even though I left the doors wide open. He'd even warned me about Chica, and told me to get out of Freddy Fazbear's.

Maybe I can talk to him? Try and get some answers.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind than Foxy poked his head right through the door, his eyepatch flipping up as he did. I tried not to be nervous, but my usual scared grin crossed my face, and for a few seconds we just stared at each other.

"I…I know you're not going to hurt me." I wasn't sure if I was really talking to him, or trying to assure myself. "Last night I left the doors open almost the whole time, and you didn't try to get me. You're different from the others somehow, you're…"

"Why did you come back?!" Once again, he sounded like a little boy, and a distressed one at that. "I told you it was dangerous here! You could've died, why did you come back here?!" My grin faded, my eyes wide.

"So last night wasn't a dream." I swear, Foxy looked genuinely upset as he said

"I'll help you again tonight, but once this is over, you have to leave! I don't want to see another night watchman die!"

"Another?" He started to go out, but I wasn't done.

"Hold up. I'm not going anywhere until I get some answers. Why are you helping me? How many people have died? Why does your voice sound like that? Just what is going on here?" Foxy let out a sigh.

"Like I said last night, it's a long story. Besides, it's probably better that you don't know." I narrowed my eyes. I hate not knowing things. And I hate it even more when people, or in this case animatronics, keep things from me.

Before I could stop myself, I jumped out of my seat and crossed the room, forcefully grabbing his arm.

"I. Want. Answers. Now." He turned to stare at me, and it suddenly dawned on me how stupid that had been. He was a seven-foot animatronic fox with sharp teeth, and claws, and a hook, and I was a scrawny nineteen-year-old kid who'd snap like a twig even you even LOOKED at him wrong. Fortunately though, Foxy didn't seem to be in an aggressive mood.

"Fine." He agreed, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. "But first, get the right door. Chica's right behind you." I whipped around and saw that he was right. Quick as a flash, I let go of him and hit the switch, locking the chicken out. Foxy stepped into the office, watching to see when she would leave. In the meantime, I checked the cameras. Bonnie was looking at me now, but she hadn't moved yet. And, of course, neither had Freddy.

Does he EVER move?

"She's gone." I looked back over at the door and hit the switch, seeing that Foxy was right. Chica was nowhere to be seen.

"Thanks for the assist." I said. I turned in my swivel seat, looking up at Foxy seriously.

Geez, he's tall.

"Okay, now talk. Tell me everything, Foxy."

"First of all, I'm not Foxy. Even if my soul is stuck in here." I blinked up at him.

"Wha…"

"My name is Ian Connors." The little voice answered. "And years ago…I was killed here at Freddy Fazbear's."

A/N: Well, that's one mystery revealed. What will Mike do when he finds everything out? BTW, I probably should've mentioned this sooner-I got the idea for the funny chapter titles from the Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles books. I thought it would be a fun idea XD As well as all the title drop for the original game.

A/N 2: For those of you who have been following my creepypasta fanfic 'Rewritten Pastas', good news-I'm gonna start updating it again, starting next week, and work on it and this back-to-back. I can't promise frequent updates immediately though, what with preparing for finals. Oh, and for that one person who asked, yes, Jeremy is going to be in this story, in fact I have an important part in mind for him. He's not gonna show up for a little while though, so be patient, okay? Now then...how about you nice people do me a favor and leave some nice reviews? Please?