Hey there! This is my first story I decided to upload. Now I know this kind of story has been done a bunch of times, but I really wanted to put in my version. I wanted to wait for the newest FNaF game that is coming out during Halloween, but I am too impatient. But this story will feature ideas from the first three. Meaning the Toy animatronics will show up later as well as Spring Trap. But anyways, I hope you all like this. I already have a lot more chapters already typed up so be on the look out for my updates. I might even put up the next chapter up soon.

Well, here you are. Enjoy!

It was difficult for him to wake up. The alarm continued to blare loudly in his ear, succeeding in breaking the young man of his dreams. "Ugh...what time is it?" Mike groaned, glaring at the digital clock next to him. He blinked his blue eyes a few times, allowing his vision to clear before the slightly blurred image of 10:00 p.m. showed up. He groaned again. "Damn night shift. Why did I take up this job again?" The growling of his stomach was his answer, reminding the brunette of just how hungry he was and how little food was in the house. "Oh yeah…"

Letting out a loud yawn, Mike slowly sat up, finally stopping the constant beeping coming from the clock. He sighed, leaning down on his hands to rub his still tired eyes. "I should really get used to waking up at night if I'm going to keep this job."

Standing up on his feet, Mike made his way out of his room and instantly flopping into his bathroom. He grabbed a comb and quickly straightened out his unruly hair. He ran his hands over his chin, deciding he didn't need to shave yet before reaching for his toothbrush. He froze and rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I already brushed before falling asleep like two hours ago." Shrugging his shoulders he let go of the toothbrush before walking back to his room. He opened his closet and found his work shirt hanging loosely on the rack. He tore it off before quickly slipping it on. He then proceeded to do the same for his work pants. He moved to grab his shoes, struggling to tie them on quickly before promptly walking back out to find his keys. Once he felt he was done with everything, Mike walked out the front door before walking down the street to his latest job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

"Good thing this place is in walking distance," Mike thought happily, thinking of the fact that he didn't have enough money to buy a car and money for a taxi is basically not a possibility for the very poor man.

Soon enough, Mike saw the very familiar sign for the pizzeria. The bright LED sign of Freddy himself stood proudly over the kid's restaurant. A few stragglers were exiting at the moment and Mike could see an elderly man seeing the remaining customers out. He was a round man with greying hair. He was wearing a red suit and had a bright 100 watt smile that was slightly covered by his thick beard.

Mike smiled and jogged up to him just as he was about to close the doors. "Excuse me, Mr. Fazbear?"

The older man turned around, eyebrows raised at hearing his name, before his dull blue eyes landed on Mike's youthful ones. He gave a sound of recognition before gesturing the boy in. "Ah, Mike, welcome in. I was hoping you would arrive early."

"Well I figured it would be wise to listen to any advise my boss gives me on my first day."

Mr. Fazbear gave out a hearty laugh. "That is true Mike, that is true." The older man clapped his hands together. "Now, there isn't much I need to tell you. You're office is just down this hall here and to the left. You can't miss it." Mr. Fazbear froze before pointing a finger directly in front of Mike's face. "I can not stress this enough. Do not leave your office under any circumstances. Trust me, it would just be easier on all of us if you just stay put in there."

"Understood sir," Mike said, fighting down his confusion. What's so important about that?

Mr. Fazbear cleared his throat. "Also every night for your first week you will receive a recorded message from a previous employee we had. Think of it as a tutorial. They are filled with a lot of important messages. I know they may sound boring at first, but please listen up to him. They will come in handy."

"Right."

The elderly man grinned at him, before faltering. "Now last thing. These guys…" Mr. Fazbear gestured to the three tall animatronics standing on stage, each had their eyes shut and their heads were hung low. "They-"

"Oh no need to tell me about them sir. I used to come here practically every day when I was younger. I know all about them."

"Did you now?"

"Oh yes. They are part of the reason I took this job." Mike fought down a blush. "Well actually a big reason."

Mr. Fazbear was silent, eyeing Mike up and down before clearing his throat again. "Well then, I guess there isn't much more to say. Just keep an eye out. Let's see it's almost eleven, so you still have another hour before your shift actually starts. I wish you all the luck Mike."

"Thank you Mr. Fazbear."

The older man smiled kindly before turning around. "Well I'll let you get familiar with the place again. I'm off."

"Alright, goodnight Mr. Faz-" Before Mike could finish, the old man was already out. "...bear?" Mike sighed before walking around. He slowly walked over to the stage, looking over the three stars of the restaurant. He waved awkwardly. "He-hey guys. Been awhile. I doubt you three remember me. Mike? Mikey? Heh-yo-you know?"

Silence just followed. None of the three moved a single inch. Mike sighed. "I guess they turn you guys off at night. Shame, it would have been nice to talk to you guys again." Mike turned around, his gaze looking over the rest of the room. "I wonder how Foxy's doing?"

The new security guard walked out of the main room in search of Pirate's Cove, unaware of the three pairs of eyes following him.

"Foxy? Foxy?" Mike walked into the room he knew like the back of his hand. It hasn't changed a bit since he left so many years ago. "Wow, amazing." Mike walked up to the stage, his gaze instantly locking onto the Out of Order sign in the center. "What? It's still out of order? What's so bad about Foxy?"

Mike frowned deeply, stepping up on the stage and pulling back the purple curtains. "Foxy? You in here Captain?" No reply. Just like before with the three others, nothing answered Mike's questions. "Captain Foxy, it's me. Remember? Your first matey, Mikey?" When more silence followed Mike sighed. "Why am I getting my hopes up." He looked up, noticing just how dark it was behind the curtain. Even if Foxy was in here somewhere, it would be hard to find him with no light. "Oh well, I better get to the office. It's probably getting closer to twelve."

The security guard swiftly turned around and hopped off the stage. Just as the young man walked out of Pirate's Cove a voice behind the curtain struggled out. "...M-mikey?"

Mike walked into his office, noticing the disorganized desk in the center. Crumpled up papers and other trash stood out on the surface, leaving no space. A fan took up the remaining space the desk did have, only succeeding in blowing the warm air around. Mike could make out the crude drawings children had made of the animatronics, most of them barely recognizable as the characters in the restaurant. A poster rested on the wall behind the desk, showing off Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica in all their glory. Mike had to grin at the poster, but his grin turned into a scowl at the mess. "Well then…" he muttered, grabbing a waste basket and tossing some papers away instantly. He casually placed the basket next to his chair before plopping down on it. He leaned back and rested his feet on the now clean looking desk. "I'm sure there was nothing important that I threw away. Those papers were covered in dust." He shrugged already shaking it off. "Eh, maybe I'll leave a note for the clean up crew to double check. They would know more about those papers then I would…"

The young man looked up at a clock. Only five till twelve. He looked around and saw a tablet resting next to the fan. He grabbed it and turned it on. He noticed there was only one button on the lower part of the screen. He pressed it and instantly the screen changed to show Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie still on stage. The camera moved slowly side to side, as Mike watched his old childhood friends. He noticed more icons popped up on the side and pressed on. The screen changed to show Pirate's Cove and the closed curtain and the Out of Order sign. Mike sighed sadly at that. "Maybe I can ask Mr. Fazbear tomorrow why Foxy still isn't in the act anymore."

The security guard looked down at the bottom of the screen and finally noticed the power. "I better save this. It feels like I shouldn't waste power."

Finally the five minutes were up. Instantly the phone went off. Mike jumped, not expecting it before grabbing it. "Hello?"

A nervous voice could be heard from the receiver. "Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night." Mike nodded, understanding now.

"Oh yeah, Mr. Fazbear mentioned this."

"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?"

Mike shrugged, already barely listening. "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 grown-ups 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.'"

Mike jumped, now fully listening. "Back up, what was that about death?"

"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,"

"Quirky?"

"...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."

Mike became a little pale while listening. He had a gut instinct he was about to learn something about his favorite childhood friends he didn't want to learn.

"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 servos 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?"

"B-bite of...what the heck is he talking about. I-I know I left town for a while but did something like that really happen?" Mike suddenly remembered the Out of Order sign in Pirate's Cove. It couldn't be...right? Foxy would never...

"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."

"Wh-WHAT!?"

"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."

Mike slowly put the phone back in it's receiver. He didn't know what to think. There was no way any of that was true. Death? Bite? Stuffed? None of this sounded like his old friends. They wouldn't be responsible for any of that. "Th-that guy was just playing a prank right? Haha, good one man. I-I bet there is a secret camera in here to record my reaction to that just to get a laugh. Good one you guys…" Mike's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a noise somewhere in the building. He cursed and grabbed the tablet before switching on the camera. He instantly took notice how Bonnie was gone. "Bonnie? Where did he go?"

He flipped through the camera's before finding the purple bunny in a closet not that far from where Mike was. "Gah! How did you get there so fast?" Mike glanced at the clock and saw it was already one. "Did that much time really pass by? Wasn't it just twelve?"

He looked over at Bonnie one last time before switching back to the main stage. Chica and Freddy were still there, but their eyes were open now, but not only that, they were staring directly at the camera, compared to how they were staring off the screen before.

Mike slowly chuckled a very nervous laugh. "Th-they must be in on the prank too…Good job guys. You're doing a good job at freaking me out. You can stop it now...Guys?"

There was no reply. Mike felt his eye twitch as he placed the camera down. He stood up and walked to the door. Thankfully the room wasn't big. It just took the young man one step to reach it. If he wanted to he could just reach over from his chair. He pressed the light button next to the left door, not seeing anyone. He swiftly moved to the right and repeated the action. Nothing.

He sat back down and grabbed the tablet, switching back to the closet camera. He gasped when he noticed Bonnie was gone again. "Now where did he go?"

Mike flipped around before finding the rabbit in the storage area where they kept the extra parts for the four. "Phew…" he sighed before switching to another camera. This one happened to be the kitchen. He paled again when he noticed Chica standing in there. "O-oh. Hi Chica."

He set the tablet back down before curling in his seat. Now feeling a new emotion for his old friends, an emotion he thought he would never feel for them. Fear.

Well that was it. My first chapter. I hope you all liked it. And trust me there is a lot more to come. Don't forget to review! I love reading comments on my stories!