FNAF is owned by Scott Cawthon

Welcome to the archive: Just writing something that has a high possibility of actually happening.

"Michael A. Schmidt, correct?" The Interviewer asked the man sitting across the table.

"Yup." Michael answered while popping the 'p'.

The interviewer looked down at his clipboard and moved a paper out of the way, "It says here that you've worked in previous locations?" The man looked up at Michael with an intrigued eye. "Specifically, our last restaurant opened back in 1998 and Circus Baby's. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir." Mike answered.

The Interviewer hummed before leaning back, "And what exactly brings you back here? My notes tell me you were fired from your second position for…tampering with the animatronics?"

"It was a misunderstanding, sir."

"In what way?"

"The management at the time were somehow unaware of the free roaming program leftover from a previous location. I remember the night guard before me spoke about them over recordings he left. Management, knowing about my previous employment, believed I had tampered with the animatronics and had me escorted out the next day."

"Hmm, I am aware of how terribly Henry Emily managed things near the end." The interviewer spoke. Mike's mouth twitched but otherwise remained carefully blank.

"Yeah."

The interviewer stared at Mike for a moment before setting down his clipboard, "Well, it would seem you are the most experienced and you seem to have experience with engineering as our files also say you worked in Circus Baby's Entertainment & Rental as a technician though our files are rather…scarce on that."

"Yeah, it wasn't a good week to start."

"I imagine." The Interviewer admitted. "So here's how this will go. I feel you would be our best hire for the night shift position as even though Fazbear Entertainment are confident in the Security S.T.A.F.F bots they are also aware of the…lack of a human element can cause other issues."

Mike simply nodded, "So I'm hired?"

The interviewer huffed with a smile and put his hand over the table for a handshake. Michael reciprocated as the Interviewer spoke again, "Welcome back to the Fazbear family, Mr Schmidt."

"I never really left, sir." Michael said with a small smirk of his own.

I left the interview room with my mind going a million miles per hour. I'd gotten the job after going on a hail mary plan to use a previous alias that went dark after being fired from my position twenty years ago. I had just gone by Mike since then and it worked well enough.

Michael Afton had gone missing nearly thirty years ago and was presumed dead. I technically was but it seemed death just didn't really stick in my family. Besides mom but I imagine she'd be horrified by what happened to her family. William really did make a total mess of things.

Back to the job itself, I'd signed on as Michael Anthony Schmidt for the Chief Security Guard of the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. I just couldn't help myself. The even slim to none chance that something happened here was all it took for this damned company to bring me back by the collar.

As my mind kept rolling around my body was on autopilot. I hadn't even noticed I'd already left the staff only part of the building until the screams of delight and smell of pizza hit me. I turned to see what was happening and realized I was in the atrium, more specifically the upper areas of it.

The screams were coming from below so I went over to the railings and looked down at the stage area to see a large crowd had gathered. Fog billowed from the stage as neon lights pierced the fog as four silhouettes rose from beneath the stage. Music began playing and one of the silhouettes burst from the fog.

I recognized the animatronic immediately. Before I even came here I made sure to do some research on the new Glamrock animatronics. The one that burst from the fog and jammed out with a keytar was Roxxane Wolf. A new member of the band and stylized heavily after the 80s; I mean a keytar? I haven't seen one of those in years.

Roxxane was really tearing it up with that thing as well. Fazbear Entertainment probably took some recordings of people playing it and set the showtime mode on Roxxane to copy it, though it was likely altered. I then noticed another member of the band step up.

I'd be lying if I said that the alligator dind't make me wary. The size of the animatronic was a part of it but it was mostly the teeth. I'd seen what animatronics could do with normal teeth and I'd been witness to a few examples since then.

Montgomery Gator stepped from the mist with a swagger someone full of themselves could pull off. He then began tearing it up with his bass alongside Roxy's keytar. The two animatronics were jamming away but were clearly keeping their distance from each other. If Michael didn't know better it was almost like the two weren't fond of each other.

Then emerged an actually familiar face. Glamrock Chica came up calmly strumming on her guitar as the other two strummed slowly as if waiting for her go. Then Chica let the beat stop and put her finger out and pointed just before bringing her arm down and letting a loud string play before the other began again.

Finally the last silhouette strode out. Freddy Fazbear had never looked better in my opinion. I knew technology had come very far in the last few years but seeing Freddy receive such a face lift was so weird. Not bad. Just weird.

The show was in full swing and soon Freddy began singing. I took that as my cue to leave since I didn't really want to watch the show since if my fears came true I'd be having to deal with those four soon enough.

It didn't take that long for me to get to the elevator leading down to the lobby and soon I was striding out of the Pizzaplex. I was apparently meant to get a call later that day and I wanted to head home. As I approached the car I pulled out my keys and inserted it into the car door lock, not having a wireless lock since it was William's car.

The dark purple Lincoln Continental treated me well enough and I didn't care to get another car. A quick turn of the ignition and I was heading out of the parking lot and homeward bound. I was gonna need some rest for the physical trauma that would likely come with this job.