Chapter 1

I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any characters in this. I followed what I thought to be Rebornica's theory for FNAF with a few things I thought of in here. This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy.

The air is cold and everything's grey, the outside of your vision is grey and blurry. The details aren't on point but you can make out a stage by the time you're blinded with lights. Faint music fills your ears and heavy footsteps are approaching you from behind. As if in slow motion you turn your head to only see dark red fabric before everything's black and the loud 'SCCCHHHREEEEEEEEEEEEE' echoes in your head. A pain in your head starts to explode, feeling as if something's crushing your skull from outside, and the pain… "Stop. Stop… STOP!-"

"Mike!"

The man called Mike jolts awake at the sound of his name and the shaking of his shoulder got rough but the shakes that woke him up here his own. He was shivering as if he was outside in the snow only wearing a pair of pants and a muscle shirt.

"Mother fuck- Doll, could you not give me a heart attack?"

"I'm not the bad guy here, you were freaking out and I thought waking you up would be a good idea. Besides it's almost one and you should start getting ready for your big day."

Mike yawns and rubs his eyes before opening them and looking up at the love of his life standing next to him beside the bed. Doll is her nickname but she's pretty much always called that. She's not an everyday supermodel but she is Mike's entire world, she accepted him when he was broken and alone but now he does the favor by protecting her with his life. She doesn't know everything about his past, but enough to know he is just a damaged man who wants something in his life to protect since nothing could protect him from the accident.

"It doesn't start until midnight though, so why not just stay here and relax until then!" He reaches up and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed and into a cuddle, if anything was going to get him to calm down it was Doll. They both end up in a fit of giggles as they hug another for a while with an occasional kiss on Doll's face from Mike.

"You should really get ready, and when you're all done then we can snuggle and have free time." Her voice fills Michael Schmidt's ears and he wants to stay with her and never leave her side. If anything happens to her then who knows what will become of Mike.

"Fine, but don't miss me for too long." He kisses her soft lips before slipping his arms away from her body; he swings his legs off the bed and stands up walking into the next room, the bathroom. He closes the door and starts stripping from his cloths after he started up the shower. As he waits for the cold water to turn warm, he looks at himself in the mirror. Mike appears to be an average lean and tall man, some people may think of him as 'good looking' if it weren't for his head. There's nothing wrong with his actual face, he has the normal features such as eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, but some people find normal on other men they think odd of Michael. Mike reaches up his hand and runs his fingers over his hairless scalp. To be honest, hairless Schmidt doesn't look too bad but it's the scars that turn people away.

"Shit…" Mike got so caught up looking at his faults he didn't notice the steam from the shower was filling the room. He cools off the water and hops in, showering to make Doll happy.

"Sometimes I wonder why she chose me." Mike said aloud, but not loud enough to hear from the bedroom. It was a popular topic in Mike's thoughts, Doll easily could've picked a better guy, better looking and more rich but she chose him. He's tried asking her a few times before but it's always an indirect answer; 'for reasons you'll find out' or 'because I did, silly!'

Mike finished his shower and shuts off the water, climbing out of the tiled water cleaner and grabs a towel. He walks over and glances at himself in the mirror before drying off his face with the towel; Mike catches a glimpse of his-

"Mmvaet," muffled Mike from under the towel. He drops the cotton sheet and looks back at his reflection. "What the fuck?" His eyes are Persian blue but before drying off his face they seemed to be all black with a white pupil… How does he know what exact color blue his eyes are? Doll wanted to know since they look a little different in shades depending on the lighting.

"Damn hallucinations." It wasn't uncommon for Mike to randomly see strange things but this eye thing, it's something new apparently.

"Mike! Hurry up I made food!" Doll calls from the kitchen.

"I'm coming!" Mike sighs and dries off before getting changed, wanting to spend the rest of the daylight with Doll.

~~~NIGHT TIME FALLS~~~

As night approaches and the sun sets over the horizon, Mike waits until about 10 o'clock before kissing Doll goodbye and walking to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The name sounds odd to Mike, feeling as if he's heard it before but lately all names are rip offs of something else so it's probably his imagination. Michael's walking to the job since it's only a few blocks away and down a street, plus walking will wake him up so he doesn't fall asleep on the job.

After walking for about half an hour Mike reaches the pizzeria's parking lot to see a grown man leaning against a car near the entrance. Shit, Mike thought, if it's a guy who's going to try and mug Mike then they're in for a treat.

"Are you the new security guard for the night shift?" The shadow calls out to Mike.

"Yes, I'm sorry but who are you?" Mike asks, slowly approaching the man and making sure his baseball cap covers his head.

"Sorry for not introducing myself, I'm Mr. Fazbear, the manager here but call me Boss. It's just so people don't call my name and Freddy gets distracted. Hahaha!" The man walks into better lighting of a parking lot lamp and Mike can sort of see him. He's an average height man, who's a little beefy, or it's just fat, it's hard to tell.

"Nice to meet you, Boss." It felt weird to Mike to say 'boss' instead of Mr. Fazbear's name but it's what he wants, then follow the rules. "I'm Mike, Mike Schmidt." The two shake hands and then Boss motions a hand for them to go into the restaurant.

"I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, I didn't want to come too late." Mike apologized, wondering what he needed to know about working the night shift. Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

(I hope you guys enjoy the story, I hope I'll be able to get to at least Chapter 3 or 4 by the end of the week!)