So update are gonna be a bit slow this month. Nanowrimo is upon us, and that's taking up most of my free time right now. I hope you guys all understand. I'll do what I can, but I have my personal stories too. Now, I was asked about the characters again. I tried to explain first chapter, but I guess I didn't do it well enough. Anyway, here we go again. I literally cannot explain them any better.

Mike Schmidt - He's the Night Guard from the series FNAF 1 game. He works all seven nights. His name is on the check and pink slip. Black hair/blue eyes

Jeremy Fitzerald - The FNAF 2 night guard who works nights 1-6. AKA he's the one you play as to start. His name is on the check. blonde/blue eyes

Fritz Smith - On night seven in FNAF 2 the pink slip reads Fritz Smith rather than Jeremy Fitzgerald. AKA he only works for night seven in the game. redhead/green eyes

Kevin Rodney - A fan given name for the night guard in FNAF 3. This isn't canon as far as I'm aware, but it's the main name I've seen and the one I'm going with. blonde/violet eyes

Scott - AKA the Phone Guy. Need I even explain this one? black hair/brown eyes

Vincent - AKA the 'Purple Guy'. Also a fan given name and even though the murderer isn't prevalent I like Vincent's jerk nature. violet hair/dark eyes

So there you go. Also, if you're going to ask questions please give me some way to reply without posting on here. Usually I can PM people but in this case I was unable to. This can be anything, email, etc. Some way to avoid what just happened. It becomes problematic eventually to have such long intros. Anyway, let's move on please.

'Work at last,' Mike thought, sitting down at his desk. He flipped on the computers, checking his phone. '11:59. Time to get to work.' He grabbed the guard's cap they'd given him and placed it on his head, turning all his attention to the cameras before him. 'Just keep an eye on the place. Easy enough. Easier than anything else I've had to deal with.' He sighed, resting his chin on his hand.

The first few hours were easy enough. He spent his time flipping through the cameras, staring in boredom at nothing. Then, it happened. He sat up, looking at the animatronics that should be seated onstage. There should have been three. Instead there were only two.

'What the...? Where did Bonnie go?' He flipped through the cameras, spotting the large purple rabbit in one of the party rooms. 'Well the owner did say they roamed at night. Guess that's the main reason I'm here.' He ignored Bonnie and moved on. He hit 5 AM before anything weird happened again. He heard a feminine giggle laced with static and looked at the door to his right. Chica was poking her head in.

"H-hey!" She said, voice box sounding extremely broken down, "L-let's eat!"

"No thank you," he said, hitting the button to shut the door. Chica's giggle echoed outside.

"Why n-not?" she asked, hands pressing into the window. Mike jolted, staring back at the window.

'This is weird,' he thought, 'hopefully she'll go away at some point.' He kept an eye on Bonnie, who was aimlessly wandering the party rooms, just for his own sanity. Eventually Chica wandered off, so he opened the door again. His boss had warned him not to waste power and he didn't intend to ignore that warning. His shift came to an end and he yawned. 'Ugh. No more going anywhere for so long. I need sleep.' He stretched, flipped off the cameras, and trudged home. The house was silent, so he stumbled up to his room, collapsing onto the bed. He yawned, shutting his tired blue eyes. 'I'll just sleep for a little bit before school,' he thought, falling asleep.

He woke a while later, groggy and unsure what had woken him. Then he heard the slam of a door. Footsteps headed up the stairs.

"What are you still doing here boy!" came an angered voice. Mike glanced at the clock. 11:05.

'Shit,' he thought with a sigh, 'time to face the music.'

"Hey Jeremy!" The blonde looked up, spotting Kevin's grinning face. "What? No Mikey today? Did he bail?" Jeremy sat down.

"He's not in school today," Jeremy replied.

"Kid looked like a skipper all right." Jeremy twitched, glancing over to see Vincent. The violet haired male was seated beside Scott, munching away on his food with a very content expression. What surprised the blonde was that Vincent wasn't trying to grope Scott for once.

"I wish we knew where he lives," Fritz commented, staring off into space, "then we could check in with him."

"You act like you're best friends already," Vincent commented, rolling his eyes. Scott shot him a look, and the teen fell silent.

'What happened between those two?' Jeremy wondered. No one else seemed to notice the change, so he let it drop. 'Maybe it's just nothing.' He shifted uncomfortably for a while as his friends chatted, looking towards the school entrance. He was about to sigh and go back to his food when he saw Mike walk in. He jumped up, ignoring Vincent's annoyed protest when he nearly knocked him over. He bound over to Mike, grinning. At least, until the boy turned to greet him. "Mike? What happened to your eye?!"

"What? This?" He crushed at the bruised skin, shrugging. "I had a bit of an issue on my way here. No big deal."

"You sure?" Jeremy asked, gaze locked on the wound. Mike chuckled, ruffling his blonde hair.

"I'm sure," he replied, "let's go eat." Jeremy nodded and followed the teen back to the group. Scott raised a brow at Mike's eye while Fritz made a fuss. Kevin looked annoyed at his boyfriend paying such close attention to the dark haired boy, but once Mike waved him off Kevin calmed.

"So," Vincent said, "you got into a fight Mikey?" Mike frowned, glaring at the other male.

"Not with another student I hope," Scott said, suddenly no nonsense. Mike shook his head.

"Just some drunk asshole with too many issues to count," Mike said. The bell rang and they all stood. "See you later Jeremy," Mike commented.

"Y-yeah," he said, "see you." Mike walked away, Kevin chatting beside him. Fritz latched onto Jeremy's arm, smiling.

"Let's get to class," the redhead said. Jeremy nodded, following his friend into the school.

Sorry it's kinda short. Like I said. Nanowrimo. AKA hell. *sigh* why do I do this to myself. Anyway, hopefully you enjoyed the chapter. I'm off. See you next time.