Everyone knows that the first night is always easy, not much happens. The nights will get longer as the story goes on.

The tablet returned to normal. Sure enough, Sammy was missing from the stage. Mr Fazbear went to run for the front door, but Max grabbed his arm. He shook his head. "Sorry sir, but if you try to leave, they'll get you. We have to stay here."

Max flicked through the cameras. "Mr Fazbear? I think you should watch the lights and the doors. I'll check the cameras." Mr Fazbear just nodded.

12:00 AM, Unknown location…

When Sammy powered up, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't on stage. Then he realised he was wrapped in chains. "What happened? Why am I here? Where isss everyone?" It was about then that he heard the shallow breathing to his right.

2:00 AM, Security Office…

Everyone was where they should be… except Bonnie. He was standing in the Dining Area now. And now Blu was backstage, staring at the endoskeleton. Bonnie was in the West Hall. Blu was in the Dining Area.

3:00 AM, Bonnie was in the Supply Closet. Blu was in the East Hall. "Sir, the light on the left." Mr Fazbear pressed the button. Nothing. "The right one?" Nothing either.

4:00 AM, Blu was in the East Hall corner. Bonnie was… "Left light!" Max shouted. Mr Fazbear screamed and slammed the left door shut when he saw Bonnie. He waited a minute, and then checked the light. He was gone. "Sir? The right side?" The door was quickly shut in Blu's face.

5:00 AM, Bonnie had retreated to the Dining Area. Blu had gone to the bathrooms. All was clear, for the moment.

Unknown location…

Mike awoke by the cold touch of metal. It was too dark for him to see, but he could make out two pinpricks of light, watching him. Mike screamed. Sammy reared back and asked, "Hey, are you alright?"

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, please don't… Y-You can talk?"

"Yea, I can talk. And why do you think that I'm going to kill you?"

"So you're not going to stuff me into a suit?"

"What sssuit? What do you-" Sammy's mind raced over the events of the past week. Then he put 2 and 2 together and got a very unfortunate 5. "Oh, oh god… So you used to work as a Security Guard? At the Pizzeria?"

Mike scowled. "Yes… But I still don't trust you. I mean, that Golden Freak put me here. And then you're here, what, guarding me? Making sure I don't escape?"

"Golden freak?" Sammy was confused. "Chica? No, she wouldn't do this. And if you look, you'll see that I'm tied up, too."

"Why would he tie you up? …So you don't know then? About the golden Freddy suit?"

"Golden Freddy suit? What on earth are you talking about?"

A different voice answered. "He means this Golden Freddy suit."

5:55 AM, Security Office…

"C'mon, just a little longer, c'mon." After two more tries by both Bonnie and Blu, Mr Fazbear was losing it.

The bell sounded for six o'clock. The main power came back on. Mr Fazbear immediately ran for the front door. It wouldn't budge. "But-But how? The lock is broken!" He cried as he rammed the door.

Max however, went straight to the backstage area, and began looking for the toolbox. 'He said we could try to repair them, so I'd better get started.'

Unknown Location…

Sammy was shocked, it looked just like Freddy, but it couldn't be, could it? "F-Freddy? I-Is that you? What are you doing? Why are we tied up?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. So many questions, young one. And no," the yellow costume leaned close to Sammy's face. "I'm not Freddy. Now Samuel, I believe you may know Mr Schmidt here, am I correct?" Then he disappeared.

Stage…

Max stood at the front of the stage, trying to decide which animatronic would best help them. Mr Fazbear climbed up next to him, looking utterly beaten and exhausted. "You heard what he said Max, he'll know if we cheat."

"I'm not cheating. He said we could fix what he did to one of them. So which one do we choose?"

"Well, we've figured out Bonnie's and Blu's pattern. So we're pretty much safe from them. How about Dottie?"

Max walked behind her and used a screwdriver to open the back of her head. Then he paused. "Sir, do you by chance know how these guys are programmed?"

"Not exactly, but I remember watching our programmer lower their AI after Mike…" He cut himself off. "Pass me the screwdriver."

Max handed it over and Mr Fazbear got to work. He reconnected some wires and checked the coding. Max spoke. "I don't know much about animatronics, but I'd say whoever reset them just made them forget everything."

"That would make sense- WAIT! Max, I remember, there are some blueprints in my office!"

Unknown Location…

"Can you move? At all?"

"A little, but not enough to get free. You?"

"No."

Sammy was calm, at least on the outside. But his thoughts were going a million miles an hour. 'Schmidt? As in M-Mike Schmidt? But, how could I know him?'

Mike spoke up. "So, they knew I was human when they tried to kill me? Or what?"

Sammy flinched at the word kill. "No! No, they really thought that you were an endo…"

Suddenly Golden Freddy came back. He was muttering to himself. Maybe he forgot about Mike and Sammy, maybe he didn't care. "So they made it through the first night. It'll just get harder as time goes on. Mike only made it because of that guy on the phone. Well, these two don't…"

"Hey," Sammy whispered, "I think I've got an idea…"

Stage…

Max came back with the blueprints. Mr Fazbear shut the back of Dottie's head and screwed it shut again. "That about does it… I think."

"Sir, these were the only ones I could find." Max said, holding up the original fours' prints. "What do you want me to do with these?"

"Put them in the Security Office, in the desk. I'll see what food there is in the kitchen, and then I'm going to sleep. You?"

"I reckon I'll do the same." Max nodded.

Mr Fazbear clicked his fingers. "Hang on; first we should move Dottie to the Office for when she wakes up."

And the first chapter is done. I'm not sure how sure this is going to go on for, but It'll be great. By the way, have you checked my Author's page? Every piece of advice is good, don't be afraid to write to me.