WARNING! If you have not played, Five Nights at Freddy's 2 and 3, You will not understand ANYTHING. I Highly recommend playing both games or watching a video on YouTube before reading this. Thank you.

There are large amounts of coarse language in this.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter 1 - Mike

It's been weeks since Freddy Fazbear's Pizza shut down. The letters that once spelled "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" now read "F ea s Pi z "

The letters that remained were unlit and broken. The place got shut down of a murder incident. 2 children were killed, shoved into the animatronic suits supposedly by Freddy himself. There were blood splatters that crossed into the words "Vengeance."

Anyone that entered was killed immediately, as they did not want anyone inside their territory.

I was the last guard to work there, a simple job, 12AM to 6AM, the graveyard shift. Apparently it wasn't simple. For starters the Animatronics moved in sporadic patterns. Chica would move from the Kitchen to the East Hall, to the dining area randomly. Freddy would hide in the shadows. Bonnie would hide in the supply closet. The rest would hide in the bathrooms. My final night with them, I technically screwed around with the animatronics' eyesight, hoping to make it better. Though I ended up making it MUCH worse. The day afterward, one of the animatronics turned on a customer, literally biting their brain out. The crapload of blood everywhere was bad enough, but the red eyes of the animatronics just made it worse. The place closed its doors, completely mortified by the bite. Locking the animatronics inside.

Then, they started auctioning off the animatronics, though no one really wanted them. The one that was selling for the least was Mangle, at $280. The most was Salvage, who sold for $12000. Now the owner just sets them in the pizzeria, to rot most likely. Each day, I would walk by Freddy's Pizzeria, the animatronic were tapping at the windows, smiling and saying SavE TheM. They knew who I was, and wanted me.

I never really hated them, yet most of the previous guards did. They all complained that they should reprogram their AI, but the manager didn't do anything about it. After the second night, most of the previous guards quit their shift. But I found the job intriguing. The introductory statement wasn't all that cheerful. I somewhat remember what the man on the phone said, something like this.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grownups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servers locking up

if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

After hearing this message for the first time, most guards started to take notes,

DO NOT GET CAUGHT BY ANY CIRCUMSTANCES

Manage power thoroughly

close right door when checking tablet.

The animatronics did have terrible eyesight. Considering every adult they looked at, they thought that it was an endoskeleton. Though one animatronic I think deserves some recognition. Mangle. Mangle or "The Mangle" is what the company calls a "Botched experiment." She can crawl and hang on the walls and overall looks more like an endoskeleton rather than a costume. I felt no sympathy for her, as she was a murderous robot. The words from Scott, the man on the phone, played in my head.

Hello hello! See? I told you you wouldn't have any problems!
Did...uh... Did Foxy ever appear in the hallway? Probably not. I was just curious. Like I said, he was always my favorite. They tried to remake Foxy, ya know? Uh, they thought the first one was too scary, so they redesigned him to be more kid-friendly and put him in Kid's Cove. To keep the toddlers entertained, you know... But kids these days just can't keep their hands to themselves. The staff literally has to put Foxy back together after every shift. So eventually they stopped trying and left him as some 'take apart and put back together' attraction. Now he's just a mess of parts. I think the employees refer to him as just "The Mangle." Uh...

Oh, hey, before I go, uh, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately. You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It's just all rumor and speculation... People trying to make a buck. You know... Uh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual. And he's on watch from opening 'til close.

Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk to you tomorrow.

I actually would love to fix her up and have her help around the apartment. Though it would freak everyone out. I began taking an Engineering class on robotics. It felt awkward learning something when your 32, however in return, every time I sold my inventions to the company I received about $1350.99 for it. Full-time minimum wage can be hard on someone. I could drive down to Burgerly, and buy a cheeseburger, fries, and a cherry cola. The rest of my money would have to pay the apartment bill.

Back when I was 9, my friend, Jeremy, used to drive up the road every Saturday afternoon. His parents would take us to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He would always get a small cheese and pineapple pizza, and I would get a small olive. Our waiter's name was Jenny, who always brought us our food, then the drinks. The three main animatronics, Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy, would walk around entertaining the children. When they returned to the stage, they would always sing, "March Of The Toreadors."

Jeremy and I see each other on occasion, though it's usually for a work meeting, or news. He was my boss, before I had to work as a night guard. Still, when I ran out of battery, Freddy would still play, "March Of The Toreadors", with his eyes illuminated. Toying with me.

Jeremy told me that he was a security guard in 1987, about a week before the bite happened. He told me that it was exhilarating, but terrifying. He said that there were 14 animatronics, each with their own style of attitude.

*RING*

I jumped out of my chair. It was the phone, yet it said it was a "wireless caller" I looked at the number, it read 860-123-1987. I answered the call.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Mike? Is that you? It's Jeremy, I wanted to tell you something."

"Hey, Jer, what's happening?"

"Mike, yesterday I kept hearing this clicking sound, almost like a radio. I thought it was my heater, but it almost sounded like Mangle..." He trailed off.

"Jer, that's impossible. They run on a wireless network in the pizzeria. They can't go out without turning off. I think."

"Mike I swear it sounded just like Mangle's radio box."

"Calm down... Maybe it's someone playing a joke on you."

"Mike, I live in a neighborhood without teens. Everyone except me is about 80 or 85."

"Pull it together Jer. Mangle cannot go outside the pizzeria. NONE OF THEM CAN!" I screamed.

"Mike! I'm telling you they were at my door."

"Alright fine. Meet me at the lighthouse on route 8. 12:30 sharp."

"Deal."

I turned off the phone and climbed the ladder to my attic. I began to work on a large phone, a 1950's style black-and-white radio dial one. I was about to finish the model, when I heard a very strange sound. It was almost like if you took a radio and put it through a garbage disposal chute.

First I looked at my clock, 11:32 AM. I checked out the window and 3 teenage boys were sprinting down my driveway.

"You damn kids!" I screamed.

Then I heard it again, yet much louder and more frantic. I checked the window again and there was a mass of wires and metal outside my door.

"Shit!" I screamed. I grabbed the shotgun I keep in my closet for emergencies, and race down the stairs

I opened my door and nearly fainted. Mangle was sitting at my doorway, cocking her head at me.

"Holy Shit! Holy Shit! HOLY SHIT!" I screamed. My finger was on the trigger.

"Mike, do-do-do n-not shoot." She said.

I gawked at her. How the hell does she know where I live I thought.

"W-we have a-a-an issue to di-d-discuss." She said.