The purple Ford Ka pulled up in the mostly deserted parking lot, as the faded white markings came forth in the flickering streetlight. The front wheels bounced against the kerb, halting the car's movement. Only one other vehicle sat in the parking lot, a black sedan right in front of the building. The structure was mediocre from the outside, being grey and rectangular, with extensions jutting out, painted the same dull grey.

The Ford's driver stepped out, his night guard's uniform illuminated in an eerie orange glow. This was Michael Joseph Schmidt, usually referred to as just 'Mike' by his friends and family. He walked towards the closed doors, which were below a large sign, showing an cartoon of a brown bear in a top hat, emblazoned with 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' underneath. Mike grabbed the door handle and hauled the heavy double doors open, waiting in the lobby once through. A minute later, a portly man in a suit came through, looking about. Once the man noticed Mike, he walked in the night guard's direction. "Mike!" the man said with a huge grin. "Ready for your shift?"

"Indeed, James. Ready as anything." Mike replied with a smile. This was James Hughes, the manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a family pizza restaurant famous for its animatronics, which had adaptive AI installed. The restaurant was also infamous for a string of child murders, an incident largely known as the 'Bite of '87', and the almost constant disappearance of night guards. Despite this, however, Freddy's had managed to stay afloat and was still successful.

"Get off to your booth, then, Mike. And don't cause any trouble!" James said with a laugh. The night guard just shook his head, smiling, and walked down the hallways to his cramped security office at the back of the building. Mike was well aware that he held the notorious position of night guard, but he ignored it. He was an endless optimist on life, and he always assured himself that his constant vigilance would keep him alive.

He strolled into his booth and slumped down into his swivel chair. His camera tablet lay on his desk, where it always was. Mike checked his watch. 11:49p.m.. At 11:55, the rest of the staff would clear out, leaving Mike solitary in the empty pizzaria. Or, at least that's what he thought it was on his first night. Some man, who was a previous night guard, had left Mike messages over the phone to help him on his first night. He had described how Mike should go about his job, but the night guard had gotten confused when 'Phone Guy', who Mike had unflatteringly christened him, as his real name was unknown, had mentioned something about the robots coming to life at night, to stop their servos locking up or something. The night guard had scoffed at such an idea, passing it off as sleep deprivation hallucinations on Phone Guy's part.

But Mike had quickly changed his mind when he noticed the abscence of one of the animatronics, a purple bunny called Bonnie (surprise, surprise, as Mike had said when he first heard the name), despite seeing the same one on the cameras not a minute before. The next six nights had been incredibly stressful for Mike, each night being six hours of sweat and fear, as the robots hunted him down, seemingly bent on getting him killed.

Mike cast a look around the room. Right here, in this chair, he had sat cowering in the dark, his limited power having run out, watching Freddy stare at him through the doorway while playing a music box rendition of Bizet's 'Toreador March' from the opera 'Carmen'. He was left sweating and terrified when 6 a.m. rolled around, as Mike sat unbelieving of his good luck to be spared, as the animatronics switched off at that time.

Mike kept coming back to his job because he enjoyed the thrill of life and it entertained him to be frightened. He was just that type of guy.

But Mike was not one to make drastic conclusions. He assumed that the animatronics just wanted to chat, but the prospect of death always nibbled at the back of his mind. But hey, he thought, better not take that risk.

This was the night guard's second week on the job, and by 1 a.m. all three of the robots were off stage. Mike searched frantically through the cameras, and found Freddy in the restrooms and Chica, a yellow chicken and part of the Fazbear band, wandering about in the dining hall. He checked the backstage camera, and jumped back about a foot when he saw Bonnie staring into the lens. With his eyes missing. Mike changed cameras and closed his eyes, desperately trying to forget what he had saw. When he rechecked backstage with caution, he found the rabbit missing. The night guard sighed with relief, and looked at the supply closet camera. He watched as Bonnie rummaged about inside, seemingly getting something out of the back. Mike watched more closely, peering intently into the screen to make something out of the static-laced image.

Mike later ignored Bonnie, and checked the other cameras, finding the other two robots in the same place as before. The night guard checked the West Hall, where Bonnie had come down before to attack, and saw a perplexing sight. Staring with his jaw open into the screen, Mike saw Bonnie sitting on a sturdy metal stool outside the supply closet door, but reading a newspaper. The night guard couldn't believe it, and actually poked his head out of the doorway to check for himself. There sat Bonnie, in exactly the same way as on the cameras, reading the same newspaper. The rabbit tossed it over his shoulder and got up.

Mike, sensing danger, leapt back in and slammed the door button. He poked the light button, and lit up Bonnie's face in the side window. The robot had his eyelids half down, and imitated what Mike interpreted as an annoyed sigh. He had his arms crossed, and after a short staring contest, uncrossed his arms and gestured toward the door. He moved his hand up to explain what he meant - open the door. Mike shook his head vigorously, then miming that the night guard would die if he did so. Then Mike was shocked, as Bonnie did something that the night guard hadn't expected. The rabbit spoke. "Hey. Mike! Open this door before I smash this window in." Mike stared in disbelief. "But I'll die!" the night guard replied. "You'll stuff me in a suit, right?"

"What?" Bonnie said. "We don't do that anymore. We realised the truth about ten years ago."

"Then why do you still try to get into the booth?"

"We just do it for entertainment," Bonnie said with a grin, "given that it gets quite boring here at night."

"Then what about all those disappeared guards?" Mike said back.

"Eh. They got so scared, they vowed never to come back." Bonnie said, shrugging his shoulders. "We told them never to explain their 'deaths',"(the rabbit used air commas to explain this) "and to live in South America under a different name."

"But what about that guy on the phone? You killed him, right? I heard his scream!" Mike said.

"Nah. Heart attack. Guy was so old. He came back when Chica grabbed the defibrilator. He's out of the country like the others." Mike sat and pondered over this for a while. Bonnie broke the silence once more. "Can I come in, then?"

"N-no, Bonnie." Mike stammered. "What if the others come and try to kill me?" Bonnie put his paw to his face and looked down, shaking his head. "Did I not just tell you that we aren't deadly anymore?"

"Yes."

"Well, let me in then." This time, Mike complied. He tapped the door button and Bonnie walked in. His ears scraped the top of the doorway, and the bunny was forced to bend them down to avoid damage. "Real small place you got here." he said bluntly. Bonnie sat down on the desk, but upon hearing it crack, immediately got up. "Sorry, Mike." he apologized. He noticed the camera tablet in Mike's hands. "What's that thing?" he asked. Mike explained the device's function. "Basically, I can control all of the place's cameras from this tablet remotely, and it's how I managed to keep you lot out for a week." Bonnie nodded, then started to walk out of the booth. "I guess I'll go and inform the others." he said. "Want to come?" Mike sat and thought. There were two possible outcomes to this. Either a) the others would immediately reject Mike and kill him or b) they would bring him in with welcoming arms and the night guard would escape from this endeavour alive. But Bonnie looked trustworthy, and hey, what was there for me to lose, Mike thought. So he grabbed a flashlight from a drawer and the tablet from his desk and strolled down the hallway in Bonnie's footsteps.

The first chapter of my first FNAF fanfic is complete! I know that several of these have been made, and I am trying to make mine as original as possible. This chapter is not a rehash of either After Hours or Just Another Night At Freddy's. Those are both very good fanfics and I am not attempting to copy them.

Five Nights At Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

This arseyman, signing out.