Welcome to my first story that I've published (Tips on how to use would be helpful).

Hopefully you guys will enjoy this, as the entire story has been typed already and is about 26 thousand words long.

I will upload a new chapter every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, so with that, ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Blast from The Past

3rd Person POV

Mike woke up, not ready for another day of hunting around, looking for a job that might not ever come, which in thus, will cause him to lose his big home, but let's talk about how he got that, shall we?

When Mike was 19, his parents passed away, leaving him with the home. At the time, he had a well-paying job, as well as a lot of friends who he hung out with. At the time, he even had a girlfriend, bitchy, but nice at the same time.

As the years went, Mike grew more depressed, with his girl leaving him, work being a real pain & his friends moving or dying because of being stupid, Mike was starting to become all alone in the world.

Now, here he was, 27 years old, and his place of work just closed down, so he is now over 3 weeks into unemployment, not good…

As he goes to make his morning coffee, he starts reading the paper that was left at his door. He reads about how there was a fire, how some old lady hit a stop sign, little things like that. He was about to toss the paper away, but something caught his eye, something that blew him away.

An ad for a night guard shift at his most favorite, yet most terrifying place he has ever been:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

He couldn't take his eyes off the ad, even with his coffee done he just couldn't look away. He called the number, and was only on the phone for maybe 3 minutes, and the guy already told him he has the job; very suspicious to Mike…

Mike's POV

As I hung up the phone, I was very suspicious. I have had numerous jobs, and tons of interviews, and I know how business worked. For this guy to just tell me I start tonight was very odd to me, illegal maybe. At this point, however, I needed money bad, so I didn't question it.

Eventually 11:30 at night came around, I got into my car and drove to the establishment. When I pulled up, the first time in many years, my heart dropped at the sight.

The building was completely run down. The light-up sign was dark except for the F-R in Freddy, and the last A in Pizzeria. The paint on the building has beyond faded and peeling. The building itself looks to be cracking a little, and the windows were dirty, as well as the parking lot. As I stopped the engine, and got out of my car, I walked up to the entrance, and opened the door, which opened just fine with the exception of that squeaking noise, yikes…

The lobby looked awful. I looked around, seeing the dirty floor, faded/chipped paint on the walls, even a table in the corner was broken with trash all around it. At first I thought someone broke in, but nope, they just don't take care of this place.

Then, I looked to my left, and froze.

There they were, the band that I swear terrorized me as a child. They use to walk around, and whisper things into my ear that would haunt me, and trip/hit me when no one was looking. That bunny and chicken were mean, but the bear, the bear is just pure evil.

As I start walking down the west hall, I freeze, staring at a door that I remember all too well. It breaks my heart that for some reason the door has Do Not Enters signs on it since I really wanted to go in, but I sighed and continued down the hallway till I reached the manager's office. Right before I knocked, I whispered, "I miss Pirate Cove".