Five Nights: Hide and Seek

Prologue – A Summer Job

4th July – Harry

Harry strolled down the footpath past cafes, clothing stores, small restaurants, the local butcher and an old bookshop. He glanced in the window of each building, looking for any 'Help Wanted' signs or job advertisements with no luck. Huffing in frustration, he moved along to the last building on the street, a small French style coffee shop, before turning the corner and preparing to repeat the process on the next street.

It was one week into the holidays after Harry's fifth year. Voldemort had been defeated in the Department of Mysterious and things were finally starting to go back to normal in the Wizarding World. The Death Eaters were being rounded up and put on trial by an unbiased and fair jury instead of the Wizengamot. Cornelius Fudge had stepped down as Minister and after much debate Kingsley Shacklebolt was elected the acting Minister until a formal vote could be organised. People, although stunned and outraged that Voldemort had been back a whole year and the Ministry did nothing about it, were pleased that they would not be facing more years of war. Celebrations had taken place across the country and a national holiday had been declared to remember the day He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had been defeated for good.

The most significant change for Harry though was the capture of Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black's freedom. Soon he would be going to live with his godfather, like he had hoped he would back at the end of his third year. They were going to find a house in the countryside with a large property. Perhaps it would be close to the forest so they could help Remus on the full moon.

Harry had been taught to become an animagus by Sirius during his fourth year. He could turn into a silver and white wolf with striking green eyes and a dark grey, lightning bolt shaped patch of fur on his forehead. He was nicknamed Thunder for now until Sirius could think of a new name. Remus hadn't been happy about it at first but he eventually came around. Now the three of them spent the full moons together. Harry looked forward to those nights even though Ron and Hermione, his two best friends, could not join them yet. Ron was still learning to shift and Hermione, after a long and frustrating argument about law-breaking and the dangerous of becoming an animagus, had only just begun the process.

All that aside, Harry was very excited to finally move out of Privet Drive and away from the Dursley's. However, he had to wait a little longer then he initially thought he would. Sirius had been hurt during the battle in the Department of Mysterious. He was recovering just fine but he wouldn't be out of St. Mungo's for two more weeks. Then he would need to find a house and set things up before Harry moved in. It was disappointing but Harry had waited this long, he could last a little while longer.

It was this that brought us to where Harry is now. The Dursley's had not taken too kindly to having their nephew back after the incident last summer and decided if he were to stay he needed to earn his keep. In other words, he needed a job.

Of course Harry was a very wealthy wizard and could easily pay rent each week but they wanted all parts of the deal that came with a summer job; money, Harry out of the house most of the time and, most importantly, Harry to be miserable. They told him if he didn't get a job by the end of the week, it was the street. Today was Thursday.

Harry increased his pace as he passed more places that either weren't hiring, didn't catch his interest or both. Finally he spotted a larger building towards the end of the road. The parking lot was full of cars and as he approached he read the name of the seemingly well-off establishment: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Harry had seen this place many times on his way to St Grogory's Primary School. He knew Dudley had been here once or twice for a birthday party but of course Harry never got to go. He knew they had some sort of robots or something that performed for the kids. He wasn't so sure. Maybe they were just people in mascot costumes? He shook his head and walked over to the door.

Just next to the entrance, sticky-taped to the wall, was a job advertisement. It stated that they were in need of a few new employees for various jobs. The section at the bottom was the longest, detailing the description for the job of a night guard. Harry wasn't sure why they would need a night guard at a kid's pizza place but figured it didn't matter much.

Even through the door he could hear the muffled sounds of children's delighted screams and laughs along with what sounded like some children's song playing. Harry sighed. He had no issue with kids but he really was hoping for a place that could offer a little peace and quite. He didn't get much of that in a house also occupied by Dudley Dursley.

Pushing the door open, he stepped inside and strolled over to the counter, telling the staff at the front desk he was interested in applying for a job. However, had Harry read the advertisement properly he may have reconsidered applying here.

Harry looked around the room while he waited for the receptionist, Tracy, to fetch the manager. She had blonde hair, pale skin and deep blue eyes. She was fairly short but had a bold, spunky attitude from what he saw.

Harry was applying for all the jobs in general. One was a receptionist job, the others were wait staff, a cook and of course the night guard position. He wasn't too fussed on which he got. He was sure the Dursley's wouldn't be happy about him having a night-time job since he would be in the house during the day but he couldn't care less. They want me to have a job, well they can deal with what I pick.

Harry scanned the area with interest. The front desk area was fairly bland compared to the rest of the restaurant. The floor was white as were the walls. However, the walls had a strip of red going around about hallway up with two rows of black and white check in the middle. There were two black, two seater sofas for people waiting to be seen to with a black coffee table between them covered in a mixture of magazines and children's activity books. The front desk its self was wood painted black with some pamphlets advertising special offers and upcoming events.

To the right was a door behind the desk leading to what he assumed was a supply closet or staffroom of some kind judging by the sign saying 'Staff Only'. To the left was an open archway leading to the dining area. It appeared to be where all the noise was coming from. Glancing in while he waited he took note of the area. The tiles in here where red and blue while the walls were the same colour as the entry. However, it was somewhat difficult to tell since they were covered in posters of the mascot characters, fake pizza slices and children's drawings.

The dining room was furnished with six long tables set up for parties with roughly ten chairs per table. The tables have white tablecloths with confetti patterns on them and the black chairs also have matching confetti patterns. He could see a gold star on the back of each chair as well. There were different coloured party hats scattered over the tables here and there but most were missing right now. The room was packed with people as it was only two in the afternoon. Children where running about the room or sitting at tables eating, what Harry had to admit, looked like very delicious pizzas.

Parents congregated at the tables to the right of the entryway, which would be considered the back of the dining area, chatting to each other or keeping a watchful eye on their kids. Behind them, on either side of the large room where two hallways leading off to what Harry assumed must be restrooms and possibly the kitchen? There was another open archway leading off from the left of where he stood, at the front of the room then, that he assumed lead to a concert area or dance floor judging by the very loud music.

Further along the wall from where Harry stood in the entry he could make out another door. Craning his neck he just made out a sign which read "Backstage: Staff Only. Do Not Enter." The door was locked at the moment as the location was still full of people from the midday rush. Harry stared at the door for a few seconds. He wasn't sure what it was but something about that room just gave him the chills.

To his right along the same wall a smaller archway lead off to what appeared to be a smaller entertainment area. Glancing at the sign above the archway Harry saw that the room was called Pirate's Cove. However, a standing sign in the middle of the floor there stated it was closed.

Directly across from Harry he saw one more door leading off from the room. This one was a swinging door, easy to push open. It was located closer to the back of the room where the parents were. It appeared to be the kitchen. Ah, so if that is the kitchen where do the hallways at the back lead? Toward the front of the room he spotted the bathrooms leading off from the same wall.

Harry glanced back at the two hallways. They must lead to the security guard's office then, probably the manager's as well. There was probably a sign on the back wall stating so but Harry couldn't see it from his position.

Harry turned away from the dining area when he heard someone come in behind him. It was a man dressed in black slacks, a purple button up shirt with the Freddy Fazbear's Pizza logo on the breast pocket, a black tie, black shoes and a purple cap with the word 'SECURITY' written across it in bold, black letters. Harry spied a nametag on his shirt that said the guys name is 'Scott Cawthon'.

Scott had dark brown, short hair, light blue eyes, creamy white skin and had a scar across his left cheek. He was just a little bit taller then Harry, but not by much, and seemed slightly nervous. Harry frowned in slight concern and was about to ask the guy if he was okay when Tracy came back in with the manager in tow.

"Cawthon? There you are! Where have you been? You were supposed to be here an hour ago! I know its your last week but that's no excuse for slacking!" the manager snarled.

Scott flinched back slighting from the raised voice and mumbled something about 'sleeping late' and a 'bad night last night'.

Harry was startled by the man's harsh treatment of the security guard. The manager was a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, a round belly, beady brown eyes, a grey moustache and tan skin. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, purple tie and black slacks and shoes. He too wore a nametag stating his name: Bruce Davis.

Tracy glanced nervously at Harry and cleared her throat. "Uh, sir? This young man is here for an interview…?" She stated anxiously, flicking her blonde hair back over her shoulder. Harry was surprised by the sudden change in her behaviour. Something was going on here.

Davis glanced at Harry in shock. Apparently he had forgotten he was there. "Ah, right, yes. Cawthon, go to the Security Office and I'll meet you there in a bit to discuss your….concerns."

Cawthon glanced at Harry, giving him a weak smile, before taking off into the dining area and disappearing out of sight.

Davis turned to Harry and gave him a very uncomfortable looking smile. "Ah, yes, sorry 'bout that. Cawthon's been all over the place this week. Poor fella. So, you're here to apply for a job?"

Harry nodded warily. He was getting the impression this had not been the best idea.

Davis grinned. "Excellent! Follow me, follow me. We'll head to my office and talk, Mr….?"

"Potter."

"Mr Potter. Right, well let's go." Davis declared. He spun round and ambled into the dining area. Harry dipped his head in thanks to Tracy and followed Davis.

Once they entered the dining room Harry was able to get a closer look at things. The archway at the front of the dining room did indeed lead to a reasonable sized open space for dancing. At the far end of the room was a giant stage with three robotic animals dancing and signing for the crowd of kids gathered at the base.

To the right was a violet rabbit with magenta eyes and a red bowtie. He was holding a red and white electric guitar, which he appeared to be playing. To the left was a yellow…..duck? chicken?...with an orange beak and feet. Its eyes were the exact same colour as the rabbits. It was wearing a white bib with a confetti pattern that had the words 'Let's Eat!' written across it in bold yellow letters outlined in purple. It was carrying a tray in its left hand with a cupcake on top. The cupcake had yellow eyes, buck teeth, pink frosting and a yellow and white candle. It honestly gave Harry the creeps. In the centre was who Harry assumed must be Freddy Fazbear himself. He was a brown-furred bear with a black top hate and bowtie, light blue eyes and a microphone in his right hand.

The stage was wooden and the wall behind them was the same as the others, although covered in decorations that looked like clouds and stars. A purple curtain covered in silver stars and crescent moons hung open on each side.

As he followed Davis to the back of the room he spotted a sign above the hall to the left stating 'Manager's Office' and one next to the hall to the right stating 'Security Office'.

Davis stopped and pointed to both hallways in turn. "Both hallways lead down to the security office really but you can only access my office from the east hall." He explained, pointing to the hallway on the left. Harry nodded his understanding as Davis continued. "The west hall also has a supply closet in case you ever need it."

Before Harry could respond Davis took off down the east hall. Harry quickly scrambled after him. About halfway down on the left was a door labelled 'Manager's Office". It was too dark to properly see the end of the hall but Harry did notice light coming from the right hand side right at the end. Davis pushed open the door to his office and gestured for Harry to come in.

The manager's office had beige carpet with creamy white walls. The desk was made of a light brown wood with a high-backed black wheelie chair behind it. In front stood two chairs for visitors. On the desk where standard office supplies and a computer. Along the back wall stood a printer, photocopier and filing cabinet. There was also a window, about the only one in the place except for the entry. The sidewalls had several photo frames containing certificates, newspaper clippings and photos of the robot animals including two he had never seen before; a golden bear and rabbit.

Davis waddled round the desk to his chair and sat down with a thud. "Please have a seat Mr Potter." He stated, gesturing to the two chairs.

Harry quickly sat down and waited for the manager to speak.

"So, what position where you applying for Mr Potter?" Davis began.

Harry shuffled slightly before speaking. "Uh, anything really sir. I'm not fussy. I just really need a job right now so…" he explained before trailing off in slight embarrassment. Merlin Harry, could you sound more desperate and pathetic?

Davis' eyes seem to light up at that. Harry shuffled uneasily. He really got a bad feeling from this guy. "Any job huh? Well, do you have a resume with you at all?"

Harry nodded and pulled out the resume his Aunt helped him prepare. She hadn't been happy about it but wanted him out of the house desperately enough to take a few minutes out of her day to put it together. It didn't say much at all and was fairly vague; stating he went to a private school far away with such an under-advertised name no one would question it or bother to check. As for skills she listed off some things like good English and writing skills, decent cook, gardening skills and some other vague things like team worker, ect.

It was mostly bullshit what she wrote down but Harry just went with it. What was he going to say? Well, I can turn into a wolf. That's a neat skill. Oh, I'm also excellent at Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration! And you really should see me fly on a broom! Achievements? Well, I killed a dark lord and am the youngest seeker in a century. Do those count? The guy would think he was nuts.

The manager scanned his resume silently for a minute before putting it down and turning back to face Harry. "Well, I'm afraid your skills don't really meet up to most of our current available positions' requirements. Even the job as a cook required at least some form of formal study or experience in a restaurant…"

Harry forced a neutral expression onto his face. He could have sworn the advertisement for a cook said no such thing. He may not be a very skilled cook, in fact he despised cooking, but how hard was it to cook a pizza? Even he could do that. He needed the job, even if the place had a very weird vibe and the manager was an absolute creep. If he wasn't wanted though he would just need to look somewhere else. He still had time to find something by tonight…

"However, you seem suited enough to one of our jobs." Davis continued, attempting to make it look like he could care less if Harry took it or not.

Harry's head shot up. "Really? Which one?"

"The night guard position." He announced in a decidedly eerie tone.

Harry was surprised. He wasn't really sure he wanted the job, not if it was going to really screw up his sleeping pattern. He wasn't sure the Dursley's would be impressed either. However, there was no guarantee he would get hired anywhere else with a crappy resume like that….

"You start next week. Be here at 11pm and I'll give you a proper tour, your uniform and walk you through your job requirements. Don't worry too much though, it's pretty simple." Davis instructed far to jovially now for Harry's liking. He wondered if the guy was bipolar…

"What? That's it? No questions or call backs or…" Harry replied in surprise. Didn't places usually take longer to decide? It was half the reason Harry had been worried about how he could get a job by the end of the week.

"Nope, that's it. So, do you want the job or not kid?" Davis asked, stretching out his hand.

Harry hesitated for a split second before reaching out and shaking the guys hand. How hard could the job possibly be?

"Then welcome to the Fazbear family kid. Your in for a long and exciting journey."

A/N – Okay, so that's the end of the prologue. Not too much here about Harry's character I know. Its mostly just setting the scene, describing the location and introducing some new characters. In any case I hope you enjoyed it. So, should I continue?

If I do this story can go two ways. Let me know which you prefer.

1. The story follows Harry's journey at Freddy's.

2. Harry goes missing while working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Its up to Remus and Sirius, with possibly some help from Ron and Hermione, to discover where Harry went. Whether Harry lives, dies or becomes an animatronic will have to be seen.

For all those who read Carlisle's Secret: The Lost Cullen, this is option 3 from the voting. I will still look at doing some more of the stories but wished to give this a go. I'm also currently working on option 6 so keep an eye out for that story very soon.

If the description of the restaurant's layout was slightly confusing it's basically the same as it is on the map in game one but with the kitchen having moved to the adjacent wall.