So I thought I'd try my hand at this. I admit, much of this was inspired on the Just Another Night at Freddy's series, so if there are similarities, that's why. I think I'll make a little series of this, just because I have a few ideas and don't want to stuff them all into one story (pun not intended).

Well, our dear beloved Scott Cawthon owns the Fazbear gang, not I.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. 'Where fantasy and fun come to life.' That was the slogan, but to any night guard, the pizzeria was anything but fun. It was dangerous. All the night guards only lasted a week at most. Some quit, while others mysteriously disappeared.

And this was the job that Mike Schmidt had held for almost a month now.

Mike wasn't a quitter, so even though he'd had some pretty close calls with the animatronics, he came back every night, 12:00 to 6:00. It was a tough job, but Mike knew how to handle it. He wasn't about to put some poor new guy in this spot to learn all the ropes, just to get them killed. Mike had a system, but taking that long to figure one out could cost a new guy his life.

X

Mike always decided to go in early, about a half-hour before his shift started. He stood in the Dining Hall, staring up at the animatronics. They looked so friendly, it was hard to believe that they turned into killing machines one the clock struck twelve. There was Bonnie, with his guitar, Chica with her cupcake, and of course, Freddy Fazbear, the leader of the gang and icon for the restaurant.

"I'll be seeing you guys soon, I guess," he said, placing his hands in his pockets. "But don't think you're going to get me this time, either. I'm on to you." And with that, he headed for another room, this one known as Pirate's Cove. He'd been the only one to enter in a long time, as it had been shut down ever since something known only as the Bite of '87. Mike didn't know what that meant, but he didn't really want to find out. Foxy, the animatronic hidden in Pirate's Cove, was scary, to be quite honest. He very worn down, as no one decided to fix him up over the years. After all, what was the point if no one would see him? So here he was, left to rot, revealing the endoskeleton underneath in some parts. His jaw, full of dangerous sharp teeth, hung open. Mike had assumed the hinge was broken at one point, but then he'd seen it close once while watching the pirate fox on the cameras. His theory was that Foxy could close it himself, but when the Free Roam mode was disabled during the day, it fell loose.

"Try not to rush me too much," he said to the fox, not knowing if the Foxy could understand him or not. He wasn't even sure he could be heard while the animatronic was locked up. "I had a rough day at my other job. I don't need any crap from you tonight." He glanced at his watch, which read 11:55. "I'd better get going," he muttered, heading back for his office. He'd just sat down in his chair and picked up the tablet monitoring the cameras when the main power went out, just leaving the reserves that would (hopefully) last the night. He grabbed his security cap, and said, "Let the games begin."

X

Once it became midnight, Freddy and co. shook themselves experimentally. Once they were satisfied that they could, indeed, move, they looked at each other curiously. That was the first time Mike had spoken to them. Well, the first time while he wasn't screaming at them to leave him alone.

"That was strange," Chica commented. "Endoskeletons don't talk during the day."

"I didn't know they could be out during the day," Bonnie added. "I mean, you'd think if he was still out before Management left, they'd put him back in his suit."

"How does he even function during the day, anyway?" Chica asked, crossing her arms. "I mean, they lock us up. Why does he get to move around?" Both she and Bonnie looked to Freddy, wondering if he could come up with an answer.

The bear in question was lost in thought. How was Michael able to move around during the say? Surely he wasn't human… Right? Humans weren't supposed to be in the pizzeria after closing hours, they all knew that. But now that he thought about it, Michael did have many human-like mannerisms. Chica had once reported that she'd seen him eating something, or drinking coffee. That was something endoskeletons didn't do. They couldn't, as they didn't have stomachs. "Oh, dear," he said out loud.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" Bonnie asked.

"I think he's thinking what you think he's thinking," Chica replied.

Freddy nodded. "One of you, go get Foxy. Make sure he knows. We must think carefully on this."

"I'll go," Bonnie said with a shrug. "It's on my way, anyway."

"What did I just get done saying?" Freddy asked with an exasperated sigh.

"You said not to put him in a suit," Bonnie replied. "But you didn't say anything about scaring the pants off him." And with that, he was gone.

X

Foxy was already poking his head outside the curtain when he heard Bonnie coming. "What ye be doin' here?" he asked the rabbit curiously. Bonnie never ventured into Pirate's Cove. None of them did. Unless he came out on his own, they barely interacted, even though they were a closely knit group.

"Freddy said not to put Mike in a suit," Bonnie replied.

"But it be against th' rules to le' him go withou' one," the pirate informed him.

"We don't think he's an endoskeleton," Bonnie told him hastily. "He still moves around during the day, and sometimes he talks to us!"

Foxy thought on that for a moment. "A human here after closin'…" he muttered. That was unheard of, right? Why would a human be here? But then he remembered how Mike came in and spoke to him before heading into his office. "Try not to rush me too much. I had a rough day at my other job. I don't need any crap from you tonight." "Oh."

"That's right, oh," Bonnie replied, moving on. "See ya!"

X

Mike stared at the camera in disbelief. Bonnie was in Pirate's Cove. Bonnie was in Pirate's Cove. He groaned, leaning back in his chair and setting the tablet in his lap. Great. Now he had to throw everything he's learned about these animatronics out the window and start from scratch again. They'd change tactics. Next thing he knew, Bonnie would start coming on the right side, and so would Foxy. Freddy would make his unpredictable attempted entrances more often, and who knows where Chica would be. She stared at him through the window. Mike ran a hand through his hair. What if she decided to break it? She wouldn't fit though, obviously, but the damages and replacement would probably come out of his already meager salary. He looked back at the cameras again. When he'd last checked, Chica was still in the Dining Hall and Freddy hadn't moved an inch. He couldn't find Bonnie, however.

Snapping his head toward the door, he pressed the light switch. And there the rabbit was, staring at him. He punched down on the door button, shutting it. A breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding escaped. It was 12:30, and he was only down to 96%. He glared hatefully at that stupid fan. That thing used up power on its own. Even if he never used the cameras, lights or doors, power would still start to go down, because Management insisted on running that stupid fan! And that thing could literally be the death of him.

Checking the light again revealed than Bonnie was still there. "Come on, man…" he groaned. "Just leave me alone already. It's too early to start camping my door…" And to his surprise, Bonnie left. Blinking, he opened the door. "What the heck…?"

X

Bonnie snickered as he made his way back to the Dining Hall where both Chica and Freddy now were.

"What has you so excited?" Freddy asked.

"I think I really confused Mike just now," the rabbit replied, still laughing.

"What did you do?" Chica asked, now curious. They didn't get much reaction from his anymore other than a just and startled gasp. At the beginning, he was like all the others, screaming in terror if they even got close. Nowadays, if they wound up outside his door, he just jumped, probably because he didn't expect them to be there when they were, before glaring, punching the door shut, and having a stare-off. Even confusion intrigued Chica and Freddy at this point.

"Oh, you know, typical camping his door," Bonnie said as Foxy approached them, for once going toward the Dining Hall instead of charging down the West Hall. "But you know how we always ignore him when he tells us to go away?"

"Ye lef' when he asked ye to, didn' ye?" Foxy guessed.

"Yep," the purple animatronic said with a laugh. "I wish I could have seen the look on his face!"

X

Mike stared at the left door, confused. He knew he really should be paying more attention to the right door, as Chica could show up at any moment, but what the hell? Since when did the animatronics listen to him? Shaking his head, he glanced down at the cameras to see Foxy gone. "Shit," he muttered, closing the door again, but the banging never came. Curious, he checked the camera. Still no Foxy in Pirate's Cove. Shaking his head, he checked the Dining Hall again. And there he was. Foxy, along with Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy. He slammed his head down on the desk. Another new development. Great. Just what he needed, especially after the fight with his other manager that could easily get him fired from that job. Then all he would have was this. Oh well. On the bright side, he'd be fully awake when he came to work at Freddy's.

X

"I think we should go try to talk to him," Chica suggested.

"He'll jus' slam the doors on us," Foxy pointed out.

"He can't be doing too good on power," Bonnie commented. He and the others, sans Foxy, had take turns camping the door, staying there for a good fifteen minutes or so before deciding to leave. Foxy had rushed twice. "We can just head in when the power goes out."

"But what about the fridge?" Chica asked. "If it turns off, the pizzas will thaw."

"Not if the door is kept shut," Freddy pointed out. He looked at the clock. "It's four am, I believe they can last two hours."

"So, do we just go back to hanging around the doors?" Bonnie asked.

"I'll head o'er once," Foxy said, raising his hook to volunteer. "Tha' drains th' power."

"Good idea, Foxy," Freddy said with a nod. "We'll wait further down the hall. When the power goes out, then we go."

"Got it," the rest said.

X

Mike glanced down at the power level, groaning. It was 4:12, and he was down to 5%. Bonnie and Chica had taken turns camping the doors, and everyone once in a while, they'd camp at the same time. Foxy's visits hadn't helped at all. He risked looking at the camera, to see Foxy running down the hall again.

"I told you to take it easy on me!" the guard yelled, slamming his fest yet again on the left door button. He winced as he watched the power go down while Foxy banged on the door in his usual manner. 5%... 4%... 3%... 2%... and that was when he left. He knew there was no surviving if they came again. Maybe he could hold out until morning, if they left him alone.

Twenty minutes later, however, his power went out. "You freaking piece of crap!" he yelled at the fan, knowing it was at fault.

He froze and fell silent as he heard the footsteps in both of the hallways. He clenched his eyes shut. This was it. He was done for…

Ah, poor Mike! As we know, from the words of the animatronics, he'll be fine. But our poor little security guard doesn't know that!

Anyway, I thought I'd mention, this takes place as if the second and third games never came out, alright? So please don't correct me on anything. These animatronics, like the ones in Just Another Night at Freddy's, aren't haunted, they were just programmed with a learning AI that was very advanced for its time (and probably for this one, too).