Warning:

AU

Sentient robots

Possible typos/writing errors

Disclaimer: Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to their rightful owner.

Flames will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza

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And this will be your office." a scrawny looking man said as he entered the small room. Wiping his nose quickly with a handkerchief he has in his pocket.

A young man, just out of college, took a few steps forward until he stood in the center. The room itself wasn't too shabby. Aside from the cobwebs and thin layers of dust that covered some of the furniture and equipment, it was in pretty decent condition. The young man took off his college cap and ran his fingers through his short oak brown hair as he rubbed his head after observing the room.

"Well?" he heard the man standing in the doorway ask a bit anxiously. "How about it, Mr. Schmidt?"

"Looks alright." Mike replied honestly. He turned back to the scrawny man and gave him a small smile. "I'll take the job."

The man's dull eyes suddenly lit up like the fourth of July. He grinned widely and shook hands with the younger man, sealing the deal. "Welcome aboard, Mike!" he said enthusiastically. A clear change from the almost depressed behavior he had shown earlier. "I hope you enjoy your nights here in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

"Thanks." Mike slipped his hands into his pockets and looked around the room once more. "So when do I start?"

"Tonight!" the scrawny manager replied, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "I'll get you your uniform and you can start as soon as we finish up here. How does that sound?"

"Um..." Mike blinked. "Sounds like a good deal."

"Great! Now, if you would just follow me to the changing room we can get you suited up and ready to go."

"Sure." Mike replied. He gave the office a second glance over his shoulder before following the manager down a empty, rundown looking hallway. They passed a flickering light before stopping in front of a door labeled "Dressing Room; Staff only".

"Inside you'll find a locker with your uniform. That locker would be 212." the manager said as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded. Mike thanked him and gripped the dull silver knob. "You best hurry, if I were you." he heard the scrawny man mutter to himself before he closed the door behind him. The young man approached a group of a metal lockers that were lined up against the wall; some had a few dents and scratches on them. He walked up to the locker that was labeled "212" and found that the one was almost completely faded away.

This place has certainly seen better days, Mike thought to himself before opening the locker. His uniform was your standard security guard uniform, with the Fazbear logo present on the right sleeve. Mike quickly switched from his casual fall clothing to his new work uniform, not wanting to keep the manager waiting. He placed the security hat on while looking in the mirror that was hanging on the wall to his left before leaving. Outside he found the manager fidgeting with something on his phone before he looked up and grinned at him.

"Well look at you!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "How does it feel on you? Is the shirt a little too short?"

"Nah, it's good." Mike replied.

"Good." the manager said before he turned his attention up to a clock that hung on the wall. Mike could've sworn that he saw the man's cheerful smile drop after reading the time.

11: 56 p.m.

"Ah..." The scrawny man looked over to Mike with a anxious smile. Beads of sweat already rolling down his forehead, even if it wasn't all that warm. "Well, I best be going!" he said. "You know how to find the office, yes?"

"Yeah." Mike nodded.

The manager sighed with relief. Knowing that he won't have to stay any longer then he wanted to. "Well, I guess I'll see you in the morning, then!"

"Six o clock, right?" Mike asked as he watched him turn to leave.

"Six o clock." the manager replied before he quickly strolled down the hall.

"Right." Mike said to himself before heading over to his new office. Once inside he took a seat in the old office chair that was resting against the wall and picked up a device that resembled a tablet. He checked the time on his watch and it read only a minute before midnight. Mike made himself comfortable before sitting up slightly when he heard the faint ring of a bell coming from outside.

12:00 am

Mike switched on the tablet and almost jumped out of his seat when he was greeted with a side view of the mechanical band that attracted the love and attention of children all over the state. The band itself consisted of three animals: a rabbit, a chicken, and a bear. Anyone who's ever lived in the area would know of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It was practically the only place in the county that kids could go to have real fun. But it certainly wasn't as popular as Chuck E Cheese's. The band's leader was none other then the famous bear himself: Freddy Fazbear. Standing to his left was Chica the Chick, with her signature "Let's Eat!" bib and a giant cupcake that was always given out to children who had their birthday here. Standing to his right was the band's guitarist: Bonnie the Bunny. If Mike's ever seen a depressed looking inanimate object, it was Bonnie and the half-lidded look he always had.

Ring ring! Ring ring!

Mike placed the tablet down and looked over to the old desk phone that was resting beside the fan. He just barely lifted himself from his chair when he heard a voice suddenly play from the small speaker. The voice itself seemed to drown out all other noises that were present around him.

"Hello? Oh, hello!"

Mike scooted his chair forward a bit curiously.

"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact. So I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine, so let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?"

"Whatever you say, pal." Mike yawned as he slouched in his seat a bit.

"Uh, let's see... First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read, eh, it's kind of a legal thing. You know.

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.

Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing persons report will be filed within 90 days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced-

Blah, blah, blah."

Wait. What? Mike perked up a bit in his seat. Did he just hear what he think he just heard?

"Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for 20 years, and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."

Mike dug his nails into the fabric of the chair's armrests while biting his bottom lip nervously. What exactly was this guy talking about?

"So just be aware; the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of "free-roaming" mode at night, uhh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uhh, they used to be able to walk around during the day, too, but then there was "the Bite of '87". Yeah. It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

Mike's jaw dropped almost instantly. His eyes as wide as saucers now.

"Uh, now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll- They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza they'll probably try to uh.. forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suit themselves weren't filled with cross-beams, wiring, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of... discomfort... and death... Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth that would pop out the front of the mask."

"WHAT!?"

"Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up."

"No shit, Sherlock!" Mike cried. Almost dropping the tablet from his lap.

"But hey; first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow, uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright. Good night."

Mike was practically sweating by the time the call had ended. His mind struggled to process what he had just heard. This was a joke, right? Some kind of "Welcome to the company" prank employees pull on the new guy or girl. The young man laughed a bit when he came to that conclusion and wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead.

"Killer animatronics." he snorted at the idea. "Sounds like someone was rolling on the job." The young man switched the tablet back on; he paled. "Where's the rabbit?" he asked himself out loud. Where Bonnie had stood just minutes earlier, was now empty. Mike noticed that power was at 86% before he frantically flipped through the other cameras. He stopped when he found the silhouette of the purple rabbit standing under the flickering light in the West Hall. How long had he been standing there? Mike checked the time and saw that it was almost two.

Was this for real?

...

Three hours had passed.

Mike didn't remove his eyes off the tablet screen as he monitored Bonnie's movements throughout most of the west portion of the building. He asked himself if he was even aware that he was being watched. It was five thirty now, and Bonnie hasn't moved from his spot in the Supply Closet. Mike chewed on his lip nervously when he saw that he was down to 29% power. Hesitant, he placed the tablet down and took a deep breath. He wiped the side of his face and found that he'd been sweating for most of the night.

"Christ..." he muttered to himself. He picked up the tablet and nearly choked on his own breath when he found the Supply Closet empty. He flipped through the cameras and felt his heart race when he didn't find the rabbit in any of the rooms. Where are you? he thought. He then paused and slowly turned his chair over to the west door. The other side was an inky black, and he spotted the light switch on the side; just above the door switch. There would be no point in using it now, but he had another idea. And he wasn't going to like it.

Standing up, he slowly approached the doorway. He wondered if the doors had always been part of the building. Mike took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He drummed his fingers against the painted metal nervously and, with all the courage he could muster, reached a hand out. The young man stilled when he felt something brush against the tips of his fingers. Something soft. He immediately retreated his hand back and slammed on the lights. The light buzzed on to reveal Bonnie standing mere inches from the door. Staring down at him with a pair of crimson irises that seemed to look into his soul. A scream ripped from Mike's throat and he slammed on the door button, separating himself from the machine. He placed a hand over his rapidly beating heart before jumping when he heard the morning bell suddenly go off.

6:00 am

The power automatically shut off and the door opened. Mike reached out his hand again, and felt nothing but open air. He cautiously stepped through the office door just as the main power switched on.

"Mr. Schmidt!" The manager greeted him in a surprised tone. "Good to see that you're still in one piece, champ!"

"Y-yeah..." Mike said shakely. "Thanks."

The manager's smile dropped an inch. "Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Mike quickly shook his head. "No, no. It's just... It's just that I had a pretty rough night." He winced when the scrawny man suddenly slapped his back.

"I hear ya!" he sighed in agreement. "Things tend to get a little hectic here after hours."

"You don't say..." Mike murmured. What the hell did he get himself into?

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It's official. I am OBSESSED with Five Nights at Freddy's. So obsessed that not only did I download the game onto both my phone and tablet, but I also am writing a serious fanfic about it as well!

Please know that this won't be one of those where Mike meets Foxy, and that Foxy is a good guy, and that they fall in love. While I'm a HUGE shipper for those two, and is probably my number one OTP, that won't be present in this fic ):

Anywho, I can't guarantee when updates will come. It's my senior year and things are getting real. Five days is school, I tell ya...