Hello! Tis I! CM! And I am here to bring you a new story, this time, filled with 100% more animatronic breasts, innocent innuendos and a brand new idea!

This takes place in a universe where the Bite of '87 and the Missing Children Incident had never happened and that the Pizza Parlor is still a-okay! Kind of like my other story, although, there is no strip club involved

Heh.

I do hope you enjoy this! Keep in mind, this story will involve a whole lot more comedy and romance than my other story, The Fazbear Club.

Without further ado, enjoy!

EDIT: As of 31/3/2018, this chapter has been changed from a 2nd Person PoV to a 3rd Person PoV as well as polishing up the chapter in general. I hope you enjoy the updated version.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the game, Five Nights at Freddy's and all the characters in the game he game was made by an amazing person named Scott Cawthon.

=Arc One=

=Job hunting and the first encounter=

A lone man sat on one of the kitchen chairs, newspaper in hand and a with sluggish movements. He had light chestnut coloured hair and was wearing a pair of spectacles. His eyes tried to focus onto the newspaper but having recently just woken up, he was still far too tired to focus onto anything. More so if it involved reading.

The kitchen was fairly big enough for a single, 21 year old male living alone. Everything was within arms reach and thankfully was also stockpiled with enough food to last him for a few more weeks. But as of right now, he needed a job. More specifically, a stable one. One that paid good as well. It was tough enough having to take odd jobs and sure, it helped him by paying the bills and made sure he didn't starve. But it was just barely so.

Not to mention that his bills were piling up quite recently. If this kept up, he would be sleeping in the streets in no time!

The young man reached out and grabbed his glass of juice, sipping it gently while his eyes were still glued onto his newspaper. Once done, he grabbed his breakfast; a plateful of toast topped with egg and bacon, gently biting into it and causing the yolk to ooze out ever so slightly. Hopefully, as he continued to munch away at his breakfast, something would catch his eye in the 'jobs for hire' section.

He scanned through the various articles, making sure he didn't take too long reading as well as finding key information within. There were various odds and ends that needed to be filled. Cashier at a local supermarket. Spokesperson for some sketchy sounding company...

...Yeesh. He mentally made a note that whoever used the name, "Complete Deletion", was probably some kind of insane tech nut.

The young man sighed. There seemed to be virtually nothing that he could take. And even if there was, he didn't like the sound of it. He scanned yet again, perhaps missing out on some important stuff. Aside from the what he took note of beforehand, there was a filing for a teacher placement, a lifeguard at some beach, a night guard for a pizzeria, some kind of bouncer for a club...

"...Hmm?" He hummed in thought as he could have sworn he saw something. He folded the newspaper and placed it on the kitchen table, using his right index finger as a sort of pointer. Just then and there, he spotted it. A name that was all too familiar.

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HELP WANTED!

Freya Fazbear's Pizza

Family Pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift

12 am to 6 am

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He stared at the article for a moment before a huge grin had formed on his face. What a stroke of good luck!

He could still vividly remember the restaurant quite well in his memory. It was a famous restaurant chain by a female, Julie Rose, which sold quite a multitude of amazing and delicious pizza at a reasonably low cost. Though, the main attraction came from its four animatrons whom would go around singing songs and dance with the children as well as messing with the adults with their rather funny antics.

The young man chuckled. It was a great place to be at. Perhaps going there would be a fun experience. The nostalgia would be quite something. But despite this, he pondered for a moment, wondering why would they need a night guard for? It wasn't like people would just enter the building to steal stuff. That would be way too ridiculous!

...Though on second hand, the young man had to admit, with how advanced those robots were during his childhood, maybe there is something good enough that it merits being stolen. Blueprints for the robots, perhaps. Or maybe even a the restaurant's infamously delicious signature pizza.

Who knows. The young man certainly didn't. Nevertheless, he closed the newspaper her hand and chomped on whatever's left of his breakfast. He had made up his mind and that was to take up the job. Indeed, the positives outweighed the negatives in this situation. And not to mention that it was his favorite restaurant as a child. The job didn't seem all too hard, after all. Didn't really give specifics, however.

The morning seemed to look up after that. It was just the thing that he needed to jump start his day. But before he could do anything else, the young man stopped and calmly decided on the steps he should take before going off, with the first being that he needed to take a shower.

He could have sworn he smelled like dead fish and it was probably not a good idea to go to the restaurant smelling like so.

After doing his daily routine and checking that he gotten all the necessary things, the young man left his abode. Destination being his childhood pizza parlor.

The journey was uneventful, thankfully. Nothing too out of the ordinary happened aside from a middle aged man suddenly having his wig be flown off into the wind. He secretly wished something happened though. But considering he had more important things on his mind, those things would have to wait. And after some time, he had finally reached the place.

It was fairly huge for an old establishment, with the whole two story implemention and parking lot taken into account. He chuckled a little. It was quite funny how after many years of wear and tear, the whole establishment still looked almost the same from the one he could remember from within his mind. However, that was only on the outside. The inside might be a whole different story. He braced himself, taking a deep breath as stood on the sidewalk. There was only one way to find out.

He marched his way past the parking lot, encountering various families along the way. From small ones consisting of three, to large ones that consisted of more than five, they all had varying degrees of warm smiles on their faces. It filled his heart with a fuzzy feeling. It was nice to know that their policy of 'Smiles for everyone' was still as strong as ever.

As came closer and closer, he took note of how the reception area looked like. He was pretty sure that the room looked different, albeit a bit more fancier than he expected. Either way, it calm and inviting and the large poster of the four animatronic mascot seemed to help in that. What were their names again? Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy...was it?

He shook his head as he entered the reception area. Oh well, it probably didn't matter. The young lady behind the desk gave his a quick smile as she proceeded to ask what he here for.

"Oh, right! Umm...I'm here to fill in the role of a night guard from a clipping I saw on the newspaper" He answered as he gently tapped his fingers on the desk, staring at the lady that was sitting down. She looked surprised for a moment before smiling; though he was pretty sure it was bigger than before.

She briefly told him to go in through the two large doors that was near to the far left of the corner of the room. From there, it was a straight path that would lead to two branching paths and another pair of large doors that was housing the main party/dining hall. All he had to do was take a right, followed by the first left path and another right. Dead ahead from then was the Miss Julie Rose's office.

The man thanked her before proceeding to as so, taking a step back from the two doors as a family came bursting forth.

The instructions were simple enough. Left, then another left and finally a right. He shouldn't get too lost. After all, judging from the nameplates that were mounted on the wall next to every door, it would be impossible to not know where he should be. Hopefully.

The walk was fairly quiet, although with the occasional burst of screams and laughter that seemed to echo throughout the hallway. The young man was pretty sure it either came from the employees, whom would occasionally be seen running across the hallway frantically, or the children. But it was mostly from the children.

The walls were decorated a fair bit with posters of the four animatronics; with the addition of other animatronics that the man has never seen before. Those newer ones seemed more...plastic-y, probably going for a more 'child friendly' tone. That wasn't to say that the older models were dangerous. No no. Rather, it was probably to help appeal to the younger kids.

Counting from the ones that he's seen, there was the new group of four; that being the same animal style being a bear, fox, bunny and chicken. Or hen, whichever. Two golden versions of what appeared to be Freddy and Bonnie. A brand new group that consisted of various humanoid like animatronics. A red haired girl, a ballerina, some slender looking puppet and a young looking boy. Alongside those individuals were two other versions of Freddy and Foxy.

So pretty much 12 new ones in total.

The man gave a brief look of confusion before shrugging. Maybe they were from a different branch, who knows.

As he continued walking, towards the office, he could hear someone mumbling in the distance. It sounded like a woman who was in her mid thirties, perhaps slightly younger. And just before he took the last curve before reaching said office, the woman in question, he could only assume it was her, appeared. She had a worried expression on her face, biting into her nails slightly.

"I do hope someone takes it up..." He heard her grumble as she walked passed him, not even acknowledging his existence. The young man stopped in his track as he turned his head and gave her a good look. She looked oddly familiar. Could she be the head of this establishment?

"Umm...Excuse me!" The man called out, hoping she would hear him. In a surprising act, she turned around and gave him a raised brow.

"Yes? Please make it quick. Sort of in a crisis" She said curtly.

"Are you by any chance, Miss Julie Rose?"

She nodded and in turn, the man grinned. He placed a hand on his chest before doing anything else. "My name is Michael Schmidt and I'm here for the night gua-" He explained before suddenly being shushed by the Julie. It stunned him how quickly she managed to cover the distance between the two of them.

It was slightly frightening.

"Hold that sentence! Don't say anything else! You're hired! Now, follow me back to my office and we'll discuss your pay"

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"...H-Huh...?"

Mike blinked once. Then twice. Then thrice, making sure he heard that correctly. How in the hell did he managed to snag the job that easily? It didn't make sense!

"Are you going to follow or not?"

Mike flinched as he heard her voice calling him from behind. Due to his sudden state of shock, Julie had overtaken him in his journey to her office. He turned around to face her, only to find her unamused look starting back at him. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, like a fish out of water, before finally giving up as he slowly walked his way over to her. It was still quite shock at how he had gotten the job. Surely there was something more to this than he had thought.

Mike had an odd feeling that this would go in one direction and it was most likely something far from being good. He could only hope now that he's wrong.