Prologue: The First Location

April, 1980, 2 Years Before the Opening of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

"Have the guests left?" manager Daniel Stone asked the man in front of him.

"Yes sir, Mr. Stone, we're ready for the decommissioning," the man, Phillip Wong, replied.

"Good. Make sure the half-completed animatronics in Parts & Service get shipped back to corporate. God, I can't believe this happened. I thought the criminal database matching worked!" Stone blurted, frustrated.

Phillip winced at the outburst, and shrugged.

"That system was incredibly experimental, we're lucky to have even gotten our hands on it in the first place. It's not our fault he got through," Phillip explained, "Besides, every update required a hard-dock to work, and facial recognition software is just barely used outside military experiments."

The two men were seated in Kid's Cove, the most secluded part of the restaurant. It was also, ironically, one of the closest rooms to the entrance, and one of the few rooms that shut itself off from the restaurant by a door. Its intention was to serve as an isolated area for really young children and their parents, away from the madness that was the rest of the building. It even had its own animatronic, although it hardly looked that way now.

Its suit was gone, aside from its head (its actual one, anyway), having been reduced to a mangled heap of metal. That's what most of the staff called it: the Mangle. The door to the restaurant was flung open, and a man in a suit stormed into Kid's Cove.

"One month! That's it, one goddamn month!" he roared, pounding the table with a fist, "This is going to ruin us!"

Stone sighed.

"Well, the point of this place was to see if it would even work. Reviews were positive, but we never could have suspected a serial killer. It's just… bad luck. I mean, come on, what are the chances of this ever happening again?" Stone reasoned.

The man in the suit stared at him like he was crazy.

"Bad luck? Bad luck? This is a disaster! You know what they'll say about Animatronics Limited now? 'Oh look, that's the company that let a bunch of kids die!' How can we recover from that?" the man said.

"Mr. Thatch, corporate's been talking about rebranding, losing the stigma of the place. We're taking those unfinished robots from Parts & Service and moving to an entirely new building, across town, starting over. We're going to quiet all of the controversy as best we can, and try and focus on the future," Phillip explained.

"Well if that's the case, I don't want any part of it. I'm done, this has been the final straw. Let Fazbach take over, I quit," Mr. Thatch said finitely, and stormed out of the building. Daniel scratched his cheek.

"Was that his official resignation?" he asked Phillip. Phillip shrugged.

"Close as we can get. I'll ring Mr. Fazbach, tell him about his new promotion," Phillip said.

"Call Fitzgerald when you're done, tell him he's got the day shift tomorrow, and get a new guy for the last night," Stone ordered, "I have to go give a statement to the police."

Phillip nodded.

"Sure thing, boss. What about the other robots?" he asked. Stone shrugged.

"I dunno. Whatever corporate wants to do with 'em. Probably scrap 'em or something," Stone replied, and walked out of Kid's Cove.

Phillip sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, getting up and heading for the manager's office. He picked up the phone and dialed Fitzgerald's supervisor, the chief of security, who kept in touch with all of their guards. It rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello? Hello?" the supervisor asked.

"It's Phillip, I'm at the restaurant," Phillip replied.

"Oh! Okay, uh, how can I help?"

"I need you to get in touch with Fitzgerald, tell him he's on the day shift. And get that one guy, what was his name? Frank?" Phillip struggled with names. Hell, he wasn't even confident he knew the name of the guy he had on the phone.

"You, um, mean Fritz, right?" the supervisor offered.

"Yeah, right, Fritz"

"Okay, uh, no problem. I'll probably take over if he can't make it. Not that he won't, uh, I'm sure he will, I'm not implying anything," the supervisor stammered.

"Right, right, I'll talk to you later about your job at the new place," Phillip said.

"Great, I'm, uh, looking forward to it. Catch you on the flip side," the supervisor said.

"Uh-huh, see you later," Phillip said, and hung up.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, 6 Days Post Pizza Baron

With the Kitchen completely fixed and Pirate's Cove back to normal, Mike and the animatronics were starting to get… bored. It had been nearly a week since the incident with Pizza Baron, and the guard's injured leg had healed quite a bit. He still limped around, but it was much easier to walk than before.

The animatronics were happy that their suits had been cleaned, but Mike was dismayed when Foxy's was returned with all the tears and wear still there. Nathan had stopped by that day to help them suit up.

"You know, there's some kind of irony here," Mike commented as he closed up the back of Chica's suit.

"What do you mean?" Freddy asked, testing the movement of his hands.

"Well, you know, I just helped you guys get back in uniform instead of… the other way around," Mike replied, shrugging.

Nathan started to chuckle.

"What do you mean they helped you get 'into uniform'? You walk around here naked?" Nathan joked. He stopped when the animatronics all looked at the ground sadly. "What?" He looked at Mike for answers.

Mike rubbed a hand through his hair, blowing air out through his lips.

"It's… kind of a long story, and not all that pretty," Mike replied vaguely.

"And? What happened?" Nathan questioned, crossing his arms, "You do something bad?"

Mike looked at him in confusion.

"Who, me? No," he replied, "Look, it's a touchy subject, and I'm sorry I brought it up."

The group let the matter drop, even though Nathan burned with curiosity as to what all that meant, but didn't want to upset the animatronics. He finished attaching as much of Foxy's suit as he could. Nathan patted the fox on his newly suited shoulder.

"There ya go, Foxy. Good as… well, not new but… You're clean, anyway, and look like you again," Nathan said awkwardly.

Foxy examined himself, smiling in approval.

"Thank ye, lad, this be much better withou' all tha' bilge on it," he said, and headed for Pirate's Cove, happy to have his little hideaway back.

That was days ago, and even though all of the Fazbear clan were happy to have things back to normal, they all could admit it was dull. After the excitement of the past few weeks, the regular routine just seemed dry. Until Chica had an idea that night.

"Hey, Mike," Chica called, leaning around the doorway to the security office.

Mike looked up from the camera tablet, having spent the past few nights trying to see if it did anything else besides show the security camera feed.

"Hey Chica, what's up?" Mike greeted, setting the tablet on the desk. Chica imitated a sigh.

"I'm bored," she whined, "Let's play a game or something."

Mike leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Anything at this point. Ideas?" the guard asked.

Chica started to grin wickedly.

"Well… Remember the first week ya worked here?" Chica asked.

Mike arched an eyebrow. Of course he remembered, he almost died!

"Yes…" Mike replied, wondering where Chica was headed.

"I was thinking we'd play that," Chica explained, "You'd be here, then we'd walk around and try and catch ya. Without stuffing you, of course." The last sentence was tacked on quickly.

Mike stared at the chicken, and folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Let me get this straight: You want me to play a game based off of when you guys tried to kill me like some kind of sadistic hide and seek? You want me to relive the worst nights of my life all over again simply for a little fun? Who thinks of crap like that?" Mike asked, bewildered.

Chica frowned.

"Well if you're gonna be like that I'd rather die of boredom," Chica retorted, and immediately turned on a heel and walked away.

Mike watched her go, shaking his head at the idea of going through all of that again just because Chica was bored. Yes, there at least wouldn't be a threat on his life, but it was still nerve wracking just in general. The animatronics were disturbingly good at sneaking around. Then again, it was really satisfying when the clock struck six… Mike stuck his head out of the doorway.

"Fine!" he called after Chica, "Just give me a minute head start or something!" He could hear Chica's laugh echo down the hallway.

"No promises!" she called back, "I'll tell the others!"

Chica found Freddy first, the bear once again making small adjustments to the layout of the Dining Hall.

"Hello Chica," he greeted, not looking up from his work, "What are you up to?"

"Playing a game with Mike," Chica replied, "Wanna join in?"

Freddy chuckled and shook his head.

"You go ahead, I have a few more things to take care of backstage. Whoever put our suits back messed up my whole system back there," Freddy replied.

Chica nodded once and headed to the Kitchen to look for Bonnie. She wasn't there, but Chica did take in the newly refurbished room and had to admit, it was a pleasant change.

The aging 1980s era ovens, two of which were completely destroyed in the fire, had been replaced by sleeker ones made out of stainless steel. Burned up wooden cabinets had been replaced with metal shelving and everything else flammable had been replaced with steel and other fireproof materials. It gave the entire room an almost space-age kind of feel with all the new gleaming metal. The walls were still discolored from the smoke, but were found to be structurally sound and did not warrant renovating.

Chica left the kitchen with a small grin at the thought of continuing to use the new equipment, and continued looking for Bonnie. The intercom system crackled.

"Have we started yet?" Mike asked over the speakers.

"No!" Chica screeched down the hall.

The exchange got Foxy's attention, and he stuck his head out of the curtains of Pirate's Cove.

"Wha's tha lad jabberin' abou'?" Foxy asked. Chica grinned, slightly wickedly.

"Remember tryin' to scare 'im those first few weeks?" Chica asked.

"Aye,"

"Well, we're doing that again, without the suit thing. Like hide and seek," Chica explained.

Foxy's face lit up.

"I love hide 'n' seek!" he cheered, "Do it be jus' us playin'?"

Chica shook her head.

"'Nah, I'm hoping to get Bonnie on board. Seen her?" Chica asked.

Foxy put his hook to his chin in thought.

"I… think… she be Backstage. I dunno fer sure, she hasn' passed by tha Cove in many a while now," Foxy said.

"Eh, probably. Only other place she'd be," Chica replied, and walked off for the Backstage.

"Ye jus' tell me when we be playin', savvy? Don' leave ou' Ol' Foxy!" the fox called after her, before disappearing back into Pirate's Cove.

Jeez, this starting to be more trouble than it's worth, Chica thought as she searched for the rabbit. She finally found Bonnie backstage, as Foxy said, helping Freddy move around suits. Apparently she had been spending most of the night there, if the box of art supplies and scattered sheets of paper were any indication.

"Hi Chica!" Bonnie greeted as the chicken walked through the door.

"Hey Bon," Chica replied, "Want to play a game with me, Foxy, and Mike?"

Bonnie set a spare head of herself onto its appropriate place on the shelf.

"Sure! What are we playing? Tag?" Bonnie asked.

"Eh… sorta. Basically Mike'll be in his office, and we try to tag him while sneaking around the restaurant. Kinda like that first week, but for fun," Chica explained, "If that doesn't bug ya or nothin',"

Bonnie shrugged.

"If Mike said it's okay, then it doesn't bug me at all," Bonnie replied, "It was kinda fun sneaking up on him before."

"That's the whole idea! Foxy wants to play too. You still opting out, Freddo?" Chica asked the bear. He smiled and nodded.

"You all go on ahead, I'll finish up here," he said, and picked up a spare head of Chica, setting it on its shelf.

Bonnie and Chica nodded in unison and walked out through the backstage door and found Foxy sitting on the stage, humming to himself. He looked up.

"Arr! Ye foun' her!" Foxy cheered upon seeing Bonnie.

"Yup, now let's get this thing going. I hope Mike's ready," Chica said, grin spreading across her face.

Damn, sure is taking them a while. Why'd I agree to this? Mike thought as he flicked through the cameras. He suddenly noticed none of the animatronics could be seen walking around (except for Freddy, who was Backstage). The first inkling the game was on was when he found Bonnie staring into the camera hooked up to the supply closet, just like his first week.

The guard shivered involuntarily, Bonnie still just as threatening even though he wasn't in any real danger. The camera feed flickered and became snowy until it cut out completely. After a few seconds, it returned, but Bonnie was nowhere to be found.

How the hell do they do that? Mike wondered, and quickly got back into the habit of keeping a roving sweep, only a few seconds for each camera. Chica was standing in the Dining Hall with her back to the camera, and Foxy had started creeping out of his curtains, giving a slack-jawed grin into the camera.

Getting second feelings about deciding to "play," Mike quickly flicked to Backstage, hoping for a little bit of normalcy by seeing Freddy be his usual obsessive-compulsive self. As a result, he nearly jumped out of his skin when he found that the bear had angled all of the suit heads to stare eyelessly at the camera. He let out an audible shout, and could barely make out the bear chuckling in the distance.

"Screw you, Freddy, I thought you weren't playing!" Mike yelled down the hall. The darkness of the pizzeria seemed just as sinister again, and the guard quickly tucked himself back into the security office. It was always dark, power needing to be conserved, but wasn't as intimidating when the animatronics were around. He went back to the cameras.

The feed revealed that Chica wasn't anywhere, and he flashed both lights, illuminating Chica at the right door, staring at him. He cursed and slammed the door close just as the chicken lunged. A bang sounded as Chica slammed a fist against it in frustration.

"Dang it! I was so close!" she groaned in frustration.

"Ha!" Mike replied, and watched her leave.

As he was staring through the window, he suddenly felt a hand roughly grab his shoulder and screamed as it spun him around. Bonnie grinned broadly in triumph and gave an unintentionally hard tap on Mike's head.

"Tag! You're it!" she announced, and let go, leaving as quickly as she could through the open left door.

Mike calmed himself, reopened the right door, and pursued the fleeing purple rabbit.

"Get back here!" he yelled, chasing Bonnie down the hall. While only Foxy could move at a flat-out sprint due to the lack of a suit around his legs, the others were no slouches either, and Mike found it difficult to keep up.

Halfway into the Dining Hall, he noticed Chica walking in from the other hallway, and quickly changed course. She watched him curiously, and when she finally realized what was going on, it was too late. Mike put a hand on her wing.

"You're it!" he announced, and heard Bonnie laugh in delight from elsewhere in the room. The guard bolted, glancing behind him to see Chica charge after him, voice box screeching quietly. The guard kept running, lapping through his office and charging again down the left side hallway. But Mike had one big disadvantage: stamina. Unlike the animatronics, he couldn't run forever, and this was the most he had done at one time since he was in high school.

Mike slowed, stopping near the curtains to Pirate's Cove, and put his hands on his knees, gasping for breath. He could hear heavy footsteps quickly approaching, and felt Chica smack him lightly on the back with her hand.

"You're it, sucker!" she said, and kept running down the hall. Mike watched her, still out of breath, and noticed Foxy watching through the curtain out of the corner of his eye. He kept on pretending to be winded, and slowly staggered his way in front of the curtain.

Suddenly, Mike snapped his head up and shot an arm through the curtain, feeling it connect with Foxy, who tried to dodge it.

"You're it," Mike told the fox, slightly out of breath, and began to run for the Dining Hall.

"Hey! Ge' back here, ya swab!" Foxy yelled, and charged full-speed out of Pirate's Cove.

The fox reached Mike in seconds, struggling to stop. His metal feet slid on the tiled floor, and he slammed into Mike, knocking him to the ground. Trying to avoid the guard made Foxy lose his balance as well, and he tripped over his own legs. Mike shouted in pain while Foxy screeched in surprise.

Mike landed with a grunt and a swear, Foxy with a metal crash. Both slid slightly across the waxed floor and lay there. Mike grasped his still healing leg and groaned. Foxy lay on his back and struggled to right himself so he could stand up. Freddy ran into the Dining Hall, having heard the collision from inside the Kitchen.

"Are you alright?" the bear asked, helping Mike to his feet. The guard nodded.

"Yeah- Ah!" he winced as he tested his leg. It supported him. "Leg's acting up, but I'm all good."

Meanwhile, Foxy finally managed to roll onto his front and stand up.

"Blazes," he said, shaking his head, "I be sorry, Mike. It was a acciden', it was."

Mike nodded and waved a hand dismissively.

"I know, it's fine. No real harm done," Mike said, and collapsed into a Dining Hall chair Freddy pulled out for him.

Chica and Bonnie arrived to see what that crash was, and Mike once again explained that he was fine. They both imitated sighs of relief.

"We thought someone broke in again," Chica said, "I guess we win?"

"Sure," Mike replied, "You guys win."

Mike gathered his things and stood by the front entrance as the clock neared six a.m. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica stood in their places. Mike gave a departing wave which the animatronics returned before locking into their regular show positions. The clock gave out its usual chime, and two minutes later Arianna arrived to relieve him.

"Hey boss," Mike greeted. Arianna nodded in acknowledgement.

"Schmidt," she said in turn, and began her usual morning inspections.

"See you tonight, guys!" Mike called at the now unmoving animatronics, and walked outside the door, rubbing his eyes.

As he arrived at the bus stop, he groaned smacked his forehead. Mike had his other job, a cashier at a grocery store, starting in a few hours, and he had robbed himself of any real sleep through playing that game.

Eh, screw it. Not like it's all that hard, Mike thought to himself, and stepped on the arriving bus bound for his apartment complex.

Two hours later, Mike sat struggling to keep his eyes open, having dragged a tall stool behind his station. There was a new guy, a bagger named Troy, who clearly was a morning person and wouldn't leave him alone.

"So, you in college?" Troy asked.

"Graduated," Mike replied sleepily. Only a few customers were around, and they had picked other lanes at the moment.

"Oh, cool. I'm just starting classes myself. What'd you major in?" Troy pressed.

Mike sighed, "I got a Bachelor's in None of Your Damn Business. Can you shut it for a second? I'm tired."

Troy nodded apologetically and leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers against the edge. A short silence permeated, and a customer arrived with a few items.

"Find everything alright?" Mike asked sleepily as he scanned each item's barcode. The customer didn't say anything, and quickly paid for his purchases and left. After the customer departed, Troy spoke up again.

"So, this your only job?" he asked.

Mike shook his head.

"Nah, I'm a night guard too," Mike replied, not wanting to mention the still rumored pizzeria. The recent break in and subsequent deaths of the perpetrators hadn't improved the reputation much, but was still cast in a better light from the even more recent Pizza Baron disaster.

"So that explains why you're tired. Where at?" Troy asked, interested.

"Freddy Fazbear's," Mike replied automatically, eyes widening once he realized his mistake.

Troy stared at him in fascination.

"Really? That place? Dude, what's it like? I heard it was haunted by the spirits of those kids that got killed. Is that true?" Troy pressed, leaning closer to Mike as if listening to someone tell a scary story.

"No, that's just an urban legend," Mike replied bitterly.

"Oh, okay. Well, what about those robots?" Troy asked.

"What about 'em?" Mike asked suspiciously.

"Well, there was this article, released a few days ago actually, that interviewed a guy who was a night guard there too, and he said that those things were evil and tried to kill him!" Troy related, "I thought it was bullshit, coming from the Investigator and all, but now I got an inside guy! Is it true?"

Mike was fully awake now.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What article?" Mike asked.

Troy walked over to the newspaper rack and searched through it, before smiling in triumph and pulling out a copy of the National Investigator, a major tabloid magazine. The cover story was about Freddy's, the headline read "Secret Killer Robots at Kids' Restaurant? Ex-employee Tells All!" with a picture of Chica posted side by side with a picture of a Terminator, the restaurant in the background. Mike grabbed it from Troy, quickly turning the pages to the story.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria may not be as cheerful as it may seem, says an ex employee that refused to give his name. Could the happy animatronics actually be evil machines bent on destruction? Our inside source says: Yes!

"I would sit in the office, for hours, watching the cameras. There were these messages recorded by like, one of the first night guards, and he told me all about how they wandered around. That's messed up right? They just straight-up step off the stage and walk around the building, but only at night.

"Anyways, so I had to sit in the office, and the guy on the phone said that they thought I was an endoskeleton without a suit on, and that the robots would try and fix it. That means stuffing me into those suits, which doesn't sound all that bad until you realize it's got a bunch of wires and s***t and is like a big cheese grater. You're grinded into a pulp.

"So I had to watch these freaks walk around with the security cameras and close these big metal doors to keep them out of the office. Now, power's apparently conserved at night, so most of the lights are off, and if it runs out, the entire building gets pitch black and that bear shows up, playing this jingle. That's what happened my second night, and I quit on the spot. At six in the morning they stop, no matter what, and right as that damn jingle ended the clock struck six. I counted my lucky stars and sent in my resignation, and just walked out. I'm telling you, those things are bad news. I ain't the first guard there, there had to have been several more. Remember all those missing person's reports? I don't think they're missing, I think they're backstage, if you get my drift. And I think there's more than three, the guy on the phone said something about a 'Foxy' in that curtained off thing in Pirate's Cove, but I never saw it."

Is this account to be believed? Decide for yourself. Freddy Fazbear's has had its difficulties and tragedies, even at the first location…

"First location?" Mike wondered aloud. Troy stared at him.

"What?" he asked. Mike looked at him.

"This thing isn't true, just regular tabloid crap," Mike said quickly, and rolled up the magazine.

"Alright, if you say so," Troy said, and they both greeted another customer.

Four hours later, Mike took his lunch break and headed straight for the restaurant, bumming a ride from another employee heading there for the cheap pizza. He had the magazine rolled up in his back pocket.

Inside, several families were scattered about the Dining Hall, an impressive turnout for the middle of the week, as well as few younger people just there for the low prices. There were definite differences in expressions to the people who got one of Chica's pizzas as opposed to the cooks'. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were halfway through their show, and Freddy locked eyes with Mike briefly, the closest he could get to saying hello. Bonnie's grin broadened as she did the same, and snuck a wave. Chica glanced over, smiled, and went back to performing.

Mike's carpool companion wandered off to order food, but the night guard headed straight for Arianna's office. He knocked on the door, and Arianna did a double take, then waved him in.

"Schmidt? What the hell are you wearing?" she asked. Mike rolled his eyes.

"I got another job at a grocery store. Look, I have something important to show you," Mike replied, and pulled out the tabloid, tossing it onto Arianna's desk.

The manager stared at the headline, and just like Mike nearly tore the pages getting to the article.

"Evil machines bent on destruction? What the hell?" Arianna said, and flicked through the article, "Who the fuck went public? They signed a non-disclosure for a reason!"

Mike shrugged.

"Hell if I know. Will this be a problem?" he asked. Arianna shook her head.

"Not if I can get it pulled fast enough. Thankfully it's just a tabloid, but that also means that the really crazy ass loud people read it too, and this could spread," Arianna explained, "Hey, they got the author here… You don't think Foxy could-."

"No! Well, I mean, he could, but I'm not going to ask in case he says yes!" Mike protested. Arianna chuckled.

"Relax, Schmidt, I'm only joking," Arianna replied, then muttered, "Kind of." Mike sighed and decided to change the subject.

"So what's this 'first location'?" he asked. Arianna frowned.

"I don't know. I've heard for years this was the first Freddy Fazbear's, now all of a sudden apparently there's other location that takes that title," Arianna said, "I'll do some digging in the company records and get back to you. Maybe there's something there that can help us out."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, parts for the animatronics? Stuff's gonna wear out eventually, and there isn't much Backstage aside from all those suits," Arianna said, "Whatever, it might be torn down for all we know. Go back to your paper and plastic, Schmidt, I'll call you if I need you."

"And you have a good day as well," Mike replied sarcastically, and walked back out into the Dining Hall.

The show had ended, and the animatronics began to say their goodbyes.

"That's it for us, everybody, thanks for watching our show!" Freddy said to the audience.

"Yeah!" Chica added, "Enjoy the pizza!"

"And have a great day!" Bonnie chimed in.

The three robots turned and waved in Mike's general direction.

"We'll see you real soon!" they said in unison, and the curtain lowered.

A/N: Howdy folks. Well… Remember when I said I'd post a Golden Years one-shot first? Yeah… no, gonna hold off on that and do it next week in honor of the holidays (it's the Christmas special, in case you were curious). That and I really wanted to begin Night Six.

Unfortunately, some sad news. Someone stole my first story. Found it on QuoteV, and it's being taken care of, but I feel like some trust has been lost. But whatever, 99% of you are good people, so I won't let it drag me down too much (I wish I could sue), I'm not sure how much I'm protected, so I'll have to see how it pans out. Moving on:

Okay, so, here's how FNaF 2 fits in here: I'm treating the restaurant like a prequel in that it existed before the FNaF restaurant (the current one we all know and love), but it'll be used as a sort of sequel in that it is already closed down. But as we've seen with Foxy, closed down does not mean anything was deactivated, and all of the animatronics WILL be operational. I have a cool idea regarding the Puppet, but we'll have to wait and see.

So for now, welcome to Night Six, the Bonus Night, and where I finally jump on board of the sequel train. Choo choo! –DeltaV "Don't need a credit card to ride this train!" (It's the Power of Love. Okay, it's a Back to the Future reference.)

Oh, crap, almost forgot, since it's a new story: I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's nor do I own Five Nights at Freddy's 2. They belong to Scotty boy. I do, however, own my characterizations of existing characters and any original creations, as well as the plot and most of the share holdings. For any legal concerns please forward them to the following email: pleasedontsuemeihavenomoney