Author's Note: Hello, hello, everyone! Welcome to a new story from me!

I've loved Five Nights at Freddy's ever since it came out in 2014 and I've never stopped adoring this series. I came up with my own FNaF AU during the second game, and, well, I figured it's time to share it!

This is the FNaF 1 part of my AU/Timeline, where everything started.

Enjoy this first chapter!

The night was quiet as a red pickup truck drove along a dark road, the street lamps and headlights providing the only light in the dead of night. Most of everyone else was asleep at this point, safe in their beds and off in dreamland. But out on the roads to a city street, a red pickup truck made its way down into the town. The driver looked anything but happy as he sighed in aggravation.

The truck drove down the road, moving down a few turns, before slowing as it approached a large parking lot, surrounding a large white building. The parking lot was faintly lit from the glow of several lights, with only one other car parked between two of the white lines. The driver of the red pickup picked a spot close to the entrance of the building, stopping his vehicle and shutting it off. He then opened the door and stepped out. The man was in the shorter range for a male, with short brown hair and deep blue eyes shining from his fair complexion. He wore a french blue cap with a black brim, a french blue shirt with buttons, a black tie, blue denim jeans and black shoes. His cap read with the words, "Night Watch," and his nametag sat on his chest. It read, "Mike."

Mike looked up at the unlit sign above the building's front doors, seeing four robotic animals depicted on it. A brown bear, a purple rabbit, a yellow chicken, and a red fox. He squinted and let out a small, "tch." He didn't care how happy and innocent they tried to make these stupid robots look, he knew what they were really like.

Mike wouldn't admit what happened at his job to anyone but his girlfriend. It's not like anyone really believed him anyways. He had tried telling people, tried telling his friends about what happened to him at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. No one would believe Mike was terrorized every night by animatronic animals with minds of their own. The very first night came as a surprise to him. After Mike landed the job, he was excited to finally have something that would pay him well enough to get by with his girlfriend, Jennifer.

But he should've known what he had gotten himself into.

Mike remembered that first message. It sounded unreal; the Bite of '87, the animatronics walking around, and the idea that they seemed to have minds of their own. Mike figured this would be a piece of cake and ignored the warnings.

Mike should have known better.

It had been a whole year already of shutting doors, peeking out the windows, conserving power, listening for their noises, and too many near death encounters with these insane piles of scrap metal. But it's not like Mike could afford any other job. He did drop out of high school, after all.

His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the front doors opening, and the night guard turned his gaze to the man now walking out. He was tall, with short tannish hair, brown eyes, and light skin. He wore a crisp white dress shirt with nice gray slacks and black dress shoes. He began to make his way down the small sidewalk.

Mike sighed and put his hands into his pockets. He made his way to the sidewalk and headed for the doors.

The man could hear footsteps and opened his eyes, seeing a shorter young man and smiling. "Heya, Michael! How are you doing tonight?"

Mike sighed and frowned. "Hello, Mr. Jonston. It's… been a day, sir. And please, call me Mike."

Mr. Jonston was within a foot or two of Mike and he smiled at the younger man. Mike knew his boss was a very cheery guy who didn't seem to have a care in the world. Mike had even tried to explain his plight to his boss, but Mr. Jonston seemed to just shrug it off as if nothing was wrong. As a result, the night guard had come to despise his boss, but knew he couldn't just quit now. He needed this job, he really did.

Snapping his head from his thoughts, Mike heard his boss ask him something.

"Are you ready for another night?"

Mike shrugged. "As ready as I'll ever be, boss."

Mr. Jonston reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring of keys, handing them to the younger man. The manager chuckled. "You'll take good care of the place, like you usually do, right?"

Mike frowned again. "I'll do my best sir."

A hard slap was given to Mike's back, making him almost fall over.

"Alrighty, then! See you tomorrow, Michael!" And with that, Mr. Jonston walked away, not a care on his mind.

Mike watched him for a few moments, before huffing and muttering, "It's Mike," under his breath. He then walked into the building, turning to lock the doors behind him. He slowly turned to face the inside of the building.

The black and white checkered floor led into the large party room, with tables clothed in white and decorated with party hats spaced out in it. A smaller strage with a purple curtain sat to one side of the room. A couple of other doors led into the kitchen, but the stage on the center of the far wall demanded his attention.

There they were, standing on the stage. A brown bear with a black top hat and bowtie. A purple rabbit with a red bowtie holding a red guitar. A yellow chicken with a bib holding a cupcake on a plate. They all stared straight ahead with their blue, red, and purple eyes, not seeming to see Mike as his eyes met theirs.

Mike sucked in a breath before turning away. "Don't look at 'em, Mike, just head to your office. Just ignore them for now." He began a hurried walk towards the office in the back end, not even noticing the sinister smiles forming beneath the robotic eyes following his every move.

Footsteps moved from within the west hallway and into the security office. Mike took a look around at all the drawings on the walls and the screens on the desk as he made his way inside. He took his tablet from the desk and moved to sit down in his chair, powering on the device as he sat. His brows furrowed as the tablet powered on. 100 percent power and the clock was about to strike midnight.

Mike sighed softly. "Here we go again," he muttered as the clock changed to twelve.

The first ten or fifteen minutes weren't anything scary. Everything was quiet, as Mike wished it could be the whole time. He flipped through the cameras showing the dining rooms, the halls, and the bathroom entrances. There was nothing to see, and he didn't even hear any noises from the kitchen.

"Why won't they fix that stupid kitchen camera," Mike asked under his breath. He changed his camera to Pirate's Cove, seeing the purple curtain with its little starry designs blocking his view of the small stage. Looks like Foxy hadn't decided to show his face yet, which was good since he was pretty quick once he started running down the hall.

Mike adjusted his sitting position and tapped on the camera for the stage. Bonnie and Chica stood by Freddy's sides with their usual grins on their faces. Bonnie held her guitar and Chica, her cupcake. Luckily, they didn't seem to be active yet.

The security guard let out a small sigh. "Well, maybe they're not gonna bother me for a bit more." Mike rolled his eyes after he said this. "But, that would be weird of them not to do that. They've got to-"

"Mike."

Mike's blood ran cold as a soft voice called his name. He looked down at the tablet screen to see nothing had changed on it. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica still stood in their places. Mike felt a bead of sweat roll down his face. He had heard that voice before and he knew it well. He watched Bonnie for a moment, squinting as he did so. "What…"

And that was when it happened.

Bonnie's eyes moved towards the camera and a wicked grin crossed her face.

Mike's own blue eyes went wide and he watched in horror as Bonnie set down her guitar. "Shit! She's already moving?!"

Bonnie stepped down from the stage and Mike quickly ran to the hallway. He could hear her dreadful steps coming from the room furthest from him. The night guard found himself quickly pulling back into the room and grabbing his tablet from the chair. He couldn't see Bonnie with Freddy or Chica and he quickly flipped to the dining room camera. She was now walking past the tables and towards the hall.

"No, no, no!" Mike ran to the hall again and could hear those steps getting louder. He moved to look down the other hall, but it was quiet. He stepped back, and that was when the guard heard it.

"Michael…"

Mike gulped. He didn't want to look down to see if that was who he thought it was, but he knew he had to. Mike looked down to see Chica was now looking into the camera. "What the hell?! You too?!"

Chica stepped down and he could see her move from the camera's view. "Damn it, Chica, why now?!" Mike yelled as he flipped the camera again. He could see Bonnie was now passing Pirate's Cove and his breaths quickened. "Shoot!"

The security guard backed up until he fell into his chair. He nearly fell onto his back in the process and he found himself trembling violently. Mike tried to calm his breathing and quivering body, but with those dreadful steps coming ever since closer, he just couldn't steady himself. "Okay, okay, Mike," the guard spoke to himself. "You can do this, you've been dealing with this for months now… you can–"

A sudden loud thump came from the hallway to his left and Mike jumped out of his chair. "What the hell?!" He moved to the entrance, but before he could peek out, a dark voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Mike."

Mike froze. Oh, dear God, he knew that voice anywhere.

Mike moved ever so closer, and slowly reached out to push the button for the light–

Only to find himself staring directly into red eyes.

"Boo."

"AAAAAAHHHHHHAAHHH!" The security guard screeched out in shock and stumbled back, grabbing onto his desk to keep himself from falling over.

Bonnie let a wicked grin cross her face and she reached a hand out towards the human.

"NOOOOOO!" Mike practically flew up and slammed into the button for the door. Bonnie's face turned to surprise as the metal door flew down to the floor, blocking her way inside. Mike panted softly from the adrenaline in his veins still flowing strong. His eyes moved to the window when a purple face appeared in the lights outside the door.

"Aww, Mike," came the rabbit's voice. "Can't I come in? Please? I just want to play."

Mike quickly shook his head in denial. "SCREW OFF, BONNIE! You're not getting in here! Not tonight!"

Bonnie seemed a bit surprised from his words, but just huffed and moved out of the view of the window. Her footsteps echoed down the hall until they couldn't be heard.

Mike watched the window with furrowed brows for a moment, before moving and pushing the buttons for the light and door. He stuck his head around the corner to make sure she was gone, and sure enough, Bonnie was out of sight. "...Damn, that was close."

Another set of footsteps came from behind Mike, and his blood ran cold.

That was Chica, wasn't it?

Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter! I'm a few chapters ahead on this story over on AO3, but I will definitely try to update every Thursday or Wednesday! :D

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