"Night, Doll. See you in the morning," Mike said, grabbing his keys as he padded towards the door. His blonde haired honey looked up from where she sat on the couch in her pajamas, reading a book. She smiled at him.

"Have a nice time at work, dear," Doll replied. "Be safe."

"I'll try." Mike shot her one more quick smile before closing the door to their apartment. Once outside, he sighed. "Sure, nice time."

Jeremy quickly put his hat atop his head of curly hair and dashed towards the exit.

"Oh no, I can't be late! Can't be late!" he squeaked to himself as he ran down his apartment's hallway. He stopped near the door, however, and swiftly scooted back to lock his apartment. Jeremy sighed in relief, a shadow of a smile flickering across his face. Until he realized he was still going to be late to work.

"Eep!" Jeremy turned on his heel and sprinted out the door, holding his hat down so it couldn't blow off.

"Oh, shit," Alex said, rolling out of bed. "It's time for work." He ran a hand through his messy black hair, standing up. It wasn't like he was sleeping; no, he almost never slept. It was a bit of a problem. He'd simply been laying in bed, trying to sleep. He'd just . . . lost track of time, is all.

"Well, I hope PD's in a good mood tonight," Alex mumbled to himself as he pulled on a pair of pants. Then he paused. "Wait, he's always in a good mood. What do I have to worry about? Besides, it's not like he's even gonna know." Alex laughed silently to himself, shaking his head.

"What the fuck?" Mike hissed, staring up at his place of work. "Fazbear's Fright? The hell?" The security guard continued with the complete look of WTF on his face. "There must be some mistake."

"Whoa, this place looks . . . different. What happened?" Jeremy asked himself. "Mm, I don't like this."

"Bitch what."

Alex crossed his arms and glared up at the strange establishment.

"I'm not paid enough for this."

Mike walked inside, then followed the hallways to what he assumed was the office. There was a giant glass window in front of him and there wasn't even a door to close at the side.

"What the fuck is going on? I came to the same address I always do!"

Mike was going to walk out when the phone began to ring. He glanced at it, one eyebrow raised. A moment later, the answering machine began to play the message. Mike narrowed his eyes at it as he heard it was PG. He went on about some suit, but Mike didn't know what it was about. And that was when he heard the noises.

"Oh, fuck me," Mike moaned. "There's an animatronic in here." He glanced towards the door. "I guess leaving is out of the question." He sat down in the swivel chair next to him and took a look at the two hinged tablets on either side of him. They swung out from the wall. Mike looked first to the cameras, easily figuring out how to use them. But when he got to the other tablet, the one with the systems, he was confused.

Suddenly, red lights blared overhead, along with a siren. Mike looked up, then back to the systems tablet.

"Well, shit."

"Uh, where's my mask? Or my flashlight?" Jeremy panicked, looking around frantically. He pressed the lights on each door. They flickered slightly, but seemed to work just like the vent lights. He checked the cameras and saw Bonnie was gone. Jeremy made a whining sound, flustered because he didn't know what was happening.

"I don't know what's going on!" he vocalized in a high pitched voice.

Quiet music began to play as he flipped through the cameras. Jeremy stopped, terrified. It soon quieted down and he relaxed, but not for long.

"W-wait, what's this?" Jeremy paused, then eyed the numbers in the corner of the tablet. "Oh no, I only have 73% power left! And it's only one!" The security guard wailed and let his head fall onto the tablet in his hands. He then raised his face to the ceiling and shook the tablet.

"What kind of place is this?!"

"Shit. Shit. Shit some more," Alex went on, shaking his flashlight up and down to jiggle the batteries inside. He clicked the on button, relieved to find it was working again. He shone it down the hallway, frowning as he saw Foxy staring back at him. Alex narrowed his eyes and flashed the pirate, then checked both the vents. Toy Bonnie was creeping forward.

"Uh, uh, what?" Alex glanced around for the mask thing he'd found and put it on. A moment later, the blue animatronic was in front of him.

"Holy hell! What-? Eh!" Alex quelled his urge to tip back and instead sat still, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. I can't breathe, I can't see! Please leave!

His silent prayers were answered as the lights flickered and Toy Bonnie was gone. Alex ripped off the Freddy head, gasping. He grabbed at his chest, doubling over as he fell out of his seat onto the floor in what could only be described as the most graceful collapse ever.

"Whyy-*cough*-yyy?!"

"I have. No idea. What. I'm. Doing!" Mike sang as he randomly pressed the screens of the tablets. It would get hard to breathe, but the ventilation seemed to be in the fault, there. When the cameras went out, he could fix that. When the audio went down - he wasn't sure what to do with that in the first place but he'd played it several times - he could fix that, too.

"Oh, cameras are out, let's just-" Mike began, not before looking up and seeing Foxy leap out. Mike yowled and recoiled, putting his hands over his face. A moment later, when he wasn't dead, he opened his eyes. "Huh? I'm not dead?" He blinked. "Woo!" The security guard threw his arms up, circling around in his swivel chair.

Lights flashed overhead.

"Oh, come on!"

"OOO-ooh, hello, Chica!" Jeremy squeaked, voice cracking. He slammed the door close button and exhaled, hands shaking. Moving swiftly, he made sure Bonnie wasn't at the door and Foxy was in Pirate Cove. He was at 30% power and a mere two hours away from freedom.

"Maybe if we turn off the fan, we'd save power," Jeremy murmured, eyeing the evil metal contraption. He frowned and checked to see if Chica was still at the door. She was. Jeremy swallowed nervously and backed away.

Alex threw one arm up onto the desk, then another, dragging himself from the floor. He groaned, allowing his face to drop onto the wooden surface.

"Never again," the security guard huffed, eyes half lidded. His eyebrows angled downwards as he pulled himself back into his seat and sat up. He reached for the flashlight, then lifted it, finally looking up.

Balloon Boy laughed.

Alex stared at the small animatronic, gaze unwavering. He casually tried his flashlight; it didn't work.

BB continued to laugh.

"You piece of shit!" Alex snarled suddenly, hurling the flashlight at BB. It hit him and he fell over.

Ding dong!

Alex looked up. "Six A.M? I made it!"

Mike sighed in sweet relief at the sound of the clock hitting six. Springtrap stood outside his door, powered down.

"I've never felt better than this very moment!" Mike yelled, grinning. He strode out of the office, patting the spring Bonnie's shoulder as he did so.

"Nice to meet you - not!" Mike laughed, walking like a boss to his car. "Fuck this place!" He waved his hands, giving the establishment twice the bird he normally would.

Jeremy's lower lip trembled as Freddy played his music. The animatronic stood right outside his door, eyes flickering.

I failed. I can't believe it-

The power came back on. Jeremy heard the dinging of the clock and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"Yay! I-I did it! I made it to six!" Jeremy exclaimed, throwing his hands up in an adorable fashion. "I can do anything!" With that, the security guard exited the pizzeria, a spring in his step.