Summary- Everything was normal for Mike Schmidt. Well, as normal as it could get when four murderous animatronics were out for his blood every night. But when one of them finally realises that Mike is not, in fact, an endoskeleton, things take a turn and his 'normal' life takes on a dramatic change.

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To say Mike was nervous was a huge understatement. He was terrified.

He had 25% power left and it was 4:45am

'Wonderful. I'm only on my third week, and already I'm going to die.' Mike thought to himself as he checked through the cameras in a panicked frenzy.

Michael Schmidt was a young man entering his twenties. He rented a low budget flat and was completely on his own. The only way to get the rent paid was to find a job since he couldn't really rely on anyone else for a loan. His parents were dead, his girlfriend had left him for another guy and he didn't exactly have a lot of friends, and there was no way he would go to any of those loan companies. He hated borrowing money from strangers, plus the interest was just staggering. No, he'd find his own way.

..Somehow.

He'd tried many places. Shops, Offices, Diners, but nobody would take him on. He couldn't exactly blame them though. Who the Hell would want to hire a pale, thin guy with no experience whatsoever? However, he managed to catch a lucky break when he saw an article in the paper...

*Flashback to three weeks earlier*

"Freddy Fazbears Pizza, where fantasy and fun come to life. How may I help you?"

The person on the other line sounded incredibly bored, but Mike decided to focus more on the goal at hand.

"Um. Hello. I'm calling you in regards to the..." He squinted as he looked at the article. "...Night Guard position. Is the position still available?"

The line went silent for a moment before the response came, "Yeah. You're hired. Come on down tonight at...11pm so we can show you the ropes and get you settled in."

Wait...that was it? He blinked as he spoke again, "But...don't you need to interview me fir-" The line was cut before he could even finish. He blinked again as he put the phone down.

"Well that was...easy."

*Present*

"Damn it..." Mike's hands were getting sweaty as he clung to the tablet, flicking through each camera.

Bonnie was near the stage. Foxy was peering out of his Cove, head positioned at an awkward angle as he sadistically grinned at the camera. Freddy was in the woman's bathroom, although he was barely visible, the only givaway being two white pinpricks in the darkness. Why Freddy would go in there was beyond him. It was damn creepy, that's for sure. Wait. Where was Chica?

*CRASH*

Mike jumped out of his seat as he heard the noise but quickly calmed down as he realised it came from the kitchen signaling that the chicken was currently there. He had everyone in his vision then. Good.

He glanced down at the camera to see that he had 15% left and it was 5:30 am now. If he kept conserving power, then maybe he would make it. Maybe.

'Please just let me survive another night. I can't die. Not like this.'

Another noise caught his attention. It sounded like...running?

'...Shit.'

Mike checked the camera for Pirate's Cove and his eyes widened when he saw the curtains were wide open.

"Shit!"

He slammed his fist onto the left door shutter, only to be met with an odd clicking sound.

"What?! Don't tell me it's fucking broken!" He punched it again, which he deeply regretted as he nearly broke his hand in the process. That was the least of his worries though as the steps got louder and more fast-paced. He tried shutting the door again but it wouldn't budge. This had never happened to him before.

'Shit. What do I do? What CAN I do?!'

He looked wildly around the office, his heart pounding out of his chest as if it was threatning to burst out.

Was this it? Was he going to get gutted and shoved into a suit by some...pirate fox robot?!

"Fuck this...If I go down, I'm taking that thing with me."

He rumaged quickly through the desk, slightly relieved when he found a metal pole conveniantly wedged between the desk and the wall. He pulled it out and faced the door. He knew this was stupid but nothing better was coming to mind.

His body trembled and he felt his knees get weak as the fox was running toward the office at full sprint now. Maybe...this wasn't such a good idea. But what other choice did he have? If he tried to run, the others would surely catch him. There was nowhere to hide in the office. No. He'd just need to meet this monster head on.

The metal fox screeched to a halt, right in front of him and stared down at the man, his glowing, yellow plastic eyes piercing into Mike's petrified blue ones. He finally got a good look at the animatronic. He was very worn down, there was a giant rip down his torso which revealed a part of his endoskeleton. The bottom half of the suit was also gone, showing his bare and thin metal legs and feet, his hand was also bare. His bottom jaw looked as though it was broken as it hung loose, revealing a row of sharp teeth. Mike was pretty sure then, that he was going to die.

They stared eachother down before Foxy took a step forward, raised his sharp hook and screeched into the man's face.

Mike screamed and swung the pole.

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A/N- Well. My first story. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little nervous about this. Please tell me if the first chapter is ok and criticism is also welcome! Thank you so much for your time! Till next time. Peace out!