Mike Schmidt stumbled into his office groggy with sleep deprivation. It was his 3rd night working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and the work was not getting any easier. Murderous animatronics and hallucinations kept him on his toes. On top of that the lack of power running the building was limited so bull-shitting around was not an option.

Mike had opted for an easy job to pay his rent. So, while browsing through some newspapers, he applied for a security guard opening at Freddy's. The job was undemanding watch over the pizzeria for $120 a week. It would have been simple if the damn animatronics didn't come to life after midnight. But Mike couldn't leave. Bounded by the terms of his contract, he was required to stay for a whole week before he could quit.

So, he sat in the uncomfortable office chair, staring at a tablet, and fearing for his life. Currently he was watching Bonnie the pizzeria's infamous guitarist. The purple bunny was standing in the dinning hall staring at the camera. Suddenly the camera went to static and only the sound of shuffling could be heard. "C'mon you piece of crap work!" Mike cursed under his breath. The camera came back to life and Bonnie was gone. "Dammit! Where'd you go?" The guard flipped through the cameras and finally found the animatronic backstage, again staring at the camera.

Mike sighed shakily and put the tablet down. He switched on the door lights and saw that both corridors were empty. Mike paused when he heard the clanging of pots and pans from the kitchen. 'Chica must be in the kitchen' He thought. He glanced at the analogous numbers on the wall that read:
TIME: 5:26
POWER: 20%
USAGE: [||| ||]
"This is gonna be close." Mike mumbled while grinding his teeth. He flipped up the tablet and switched through the cameras. Bonnie was in the supply closet, Freddy was still on stage and hadn't moved, and Chica was in the kitchen making noise.

Mike quickly looked at pirate cove and almost had a heart attack when he saw Foxy glaring at the camera. "Gah!" He exclaimed then flipped to a different camera. He noticed that Bonnie was missing. Rapidly switching through cameras he began to panic. "No. No. No..." He flinched when he heard a heavy footstep thump on the carpet in the office. Mike didn't look up, he couldn't; his breathing quickened into rapid shallow breaths. Suddenly a large purple paw flew out and forcefully grabbed the tablet out of the guard's hand. Bonnie got right in Mike's face and screeched. Mike shrieked as well, but just as the large mechanical fur hands wrapped around Mike's throat. A loud *DING* then rang throughout the office. The bunny abruptly released the near limp guard and stomped out of the room. Mike coughed and sputtered as his lungs gasped for air. 'Shit! That was to close ' He thought with his hand on his chest. The security guard then stood and fumbled out of the small room and to the front door in a seemingly drunken swagger. "Ah, good morning Michael!" The owner of the pizzeria greeted while stepping out of his car. He was a jolly looking fellow with a great salt n' pepper beard and a grandfatherly face. He wore a black suit with a top hat and his polished shoes clicked as he walked across the parking lot. "G'morning Mr. Fasbear." Mike said. Mr. Fasbear closed his car door and walked up to the guard. "You look a little under the weather son." He said with some concern. 'I'll say.' Mike thought but bit back the retort and merely smiled. "I'm alright sir." The older man studied the guard for a bit then shrugged. "Well, I expect you back tomorrow night then." Mike nodded. He tipped his hat then disappeared into the pizzeria. Mike strolled over to his beat up car, got in, and then started the engine. 'I can't wait until this is all over.' He contemplated as he drove down the interstate to his home.