okay i've edited this so it's a lot less cringey and i fixed some grammar mistakes

and if you're looking for ships this is not the place

also the grammar/punctuation is a lot better in the actual story than in the author's notes i apologize for my laziness

plus it's still pretty cringey in the first ten chapters because the main character was gonna be one of my ocs (cuz i wrote this when i was like twelve) but then it just ended up being golden freddy so idk

enjoy

or don't

Chapter 1

"TAKE COVER!"

Four security guards dove behind a large control panel in the Parts and Service room. Sparks and bits of metal flew everywhere, bouncing off the walls and hitting the lights.

One of the guards peeked out from behind the control panel. Springtrap was spazzing so violently, its head almost fell off. Bonnie's arms clattered to the floor, and Freddy's legs folded under him and he collapsed. The rest exploded into flying bits of metal.

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" the guard yelled.

Another guard shot to his feet and grabbed a lever on the panel. He yanked it hard, and the shaking animatronics went dormant.

The rest of the guards stood up. One with brown hair and a purple hat that matched his uniform knelt down and picked up a piece of metal. The guard's nametag read "Mike".

He sighed. "Epic failure number twelve."

A blond-haired guard stood and started brushing off his violet suit. "I can't believe we failed again."

One with neatly groomed black hair streaked with grey walked around with his arms held in front of him. "Can someone help me find my glasses?"

A redheaded guard was walking around in the same manor. "I can't find mine, either!"

Mike sighed. "Scott, Fritz, we don't have time for this! Jeremy, could you come help me figure out what was wrong with them this time?"

Mike and the blond man started examining the robots while Fritz and Scott wandered around, crashing into walls and tripping over metal.

Jeremy fiddled nervously with the cuffs of his sleeves. "Oh gosh, when Mr. Graves finds out we failed-"

"He won't blame us," Mike interrupted. "He knows how hard it is to create kid-friendly robots that won't try to kill security guards and bite little kids. Right?"

Scott slid his glasses onto his face. "I don't know. You guys know the rumours about him. He supposedly killed five kids in 1987." He tilted his head. "Or was that '83? Okay, I should just look this up or something."

"Whatever happened then," Fritz said, crawling around on the floor, "he's bossy and mean. What do you think he'll do to us if he sees that we've failed?"

Jeremy shuddered. "I don't want to find out."

"Guys." Mike held up both hands in an unmistakable "stop" gesture. "We'll be fine. He won't kill us or anything. Everything will be okay."

The door swung open. The guards flinched as a young man with purple hair and a purple security guard outfit slowly walked into the room, both hands in his pockets. Smoke curled from the cigarette in his mouth and wafted through the air, making the guards cough. The man took the cigarette out and blew smoke into the air. He took another step and a crunch echoed through the room. He lifted his foot off the shards of Fritz's glasses and walked closer to Mike and Jeremy.

He tossed his cigarette on the floor behind him and looked around the room. "Hmm. I see it didn't go well."

Mike gulped. "No, it didn't. But we're still trying. Just give us another chance-"

"No," the man interrupted. "You've had twelve chances. We need someone experienced to do this. Otherwise, Freddy Fazbear's will be shut down forever. We can't have Freddy Fazbear's with no Freddy, can we?" Mike and Jeremey shook their head vigourously. The man smiled. "Well, I've found someone who can get these things up and running again. Then we can all have our jobs back." He took a deep breath. "Look, I own this place, and when it burned down the first time, that looked bad for the company. So did the- rumours- about 1983 and 1987. Then there was the whole Fazbear's Fright thing. And there was the fact that the old animatronics tried to kill security guards and stuff them in Fazbear suits." All the guards but Scott shuddered. "We need to rebuild our reputation, and then you guys can have your jobs back."

"Um…" Mike nervously spoke up. "You said you found someone else to do this. Who is it?"

The man took another cigarette from his pocket. He took a second to light it while the guards stared at him. With the cigarette in his mouth, the man smiled. "Yes, I have in fact, found someone." He reached in his pocket and took out a photo of a girl with dark brown hair standing in front of a garage door that had the words "Supernova Auto Body" painted in green, white, and blue. "This is Zoe Nova. A skilled mechanic who runs an auto body downtown."

Fritz furrowed his eyebrows. "I recognize that name."

"I know her!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Mike and I went to school with her."

The man stuffed the picture back in his pocket. "She was four years old in 1987. Her mother is a businesswoman, and her father is a baker. She was heartbroken when Freddy's was shut down. She'd been hoping that it would be back in business by her thirtieth birthday."

Scott nodded and smiled. "And she'll do anything to get it back, even if it's just for memory's sake. Vincent, you're a genius!"

The man smirked and shrugged. "I guess I am."

Jeremy whipped out his phone. "I think I might still have her number-"

"Hold on," Fritz stood up. "Are we one-hundred percent sure about this?"

Vincent's smile faded. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and stepped closer to Fritz. "Excuse me?" His voice was quiet, but it had an undertone, like say that again and I'll drive a knife between your eyes.

"Um… I- I mean…" Fritz stuttered. "Ah, I just… Well, I was thinking, do we really need Freddy's to be open again?"

Vincent blew a puff of smoke in Fritz's face, making the guard cough. "We've been trying for over a year to fix these things, and you just start thinking this now?"

"Um… yes?"

Vincent stared at Fritz for a second, then backed up again. "I have to admit, you've got nerves, Smith. That's the kind of thing we need in our guards at Freddy's. But never question me again, got it?"

Fritz nodded vigourously. Vincent looked at Jeremy. "Call the girl. Tell her we're trying to restart Freddy's business and we need her help. If she doesn't agree, convince her somehow."

Vincent took one final puff of his cigarette and tossed it on the floor. He left the room, leaving the still lit cigarette smoking on the floor.