You woke up at 10:30, yawning, because even if you did get 10 hours of sleep, you were always exhausted. Getting on some jeans and a (f/c) t-shirt, you drove to the destination of the pizzeria, and saw a man standing outside. You got out the car and walked to him. "Hello." he said, barely ever meeting your eyes. "My name is Mr. Fazbear. I'm guessing you're (y/n)?"

You nodded your head, and he smiled. A shiver went down your spine.

"Well then... I guess we should get started. Every night you will lock up the restaurant, and go into the office in the back of the restaurant. You will have a tablet, and you must check the cameras to make sure nothing get's in... or... out," he said hesitantly, rushing the last part making it almost impossible to hear.

"Um... Sure, OK," you hesitated, deciding not to ask him about the last part. He looked around nervously, and you followed his gaze to the stage. "Well, I best be going now. Stay safe, (y/n)."

Mr. Fazbear walked off quickly to his car. You barely had a chance to wave a goodbye before strolling inside. You felt proud of yourself for remembering to lock the rusty door and then started to look around.

Inhaling a deep breath, you smiled softly, remembering when you came here and hid in Foxy's cove from your parents, or snatched a piece of pizza from your table and began to run around with it on the stained purple carpet floors, or when Freddy came around to the tables and told stupid jokes with his robotic voice.

When your eyes turned to the stage, you froze. You knew it was a dumb idea, but it seemed as if they were looking straight into your soul. Even if it was impossible, it was still terrifying. You assured yourself that they were only robots, and nothing more.

You looked down at your watch and saw it was time for your shift to start. You rushed into your office, unsuspecting anything but to look at a tablet screen and possibly drift back to sleep.

Mike:

When you turned the corner into the office, you saw a man that you guessed was around your age with tussled brown hair and tired brown eyes spinning around on a chair.

"Erm-" You cleared your throat shyly. He turned to you quickly and let out a deep breath when he saw you. "Oh, good, I thought you were someone else. Please don't scare me like that next time."

You didn't know who else would be here afterwards, but you brushed it off. "Sorry. My name is (y/n). Mr. Fazbear didn't say anything about co-worker."

"Yeah, well. I'm here! Oh- You can sit on the chair, if you want," he said standing up. "Oh! And the name's Mike." You thanked him quietly and smiled, sitting down on the cushioned grey chair.

The phone started ringing, and before you could pick it up, Mike stopped you. "No! If you listen to that dude, you'll go crazy," Mike shouted, afterwards looking apologetic for his exclamation that had obviously made you confused. "It's sure driven me over the limit. When I get more experienced, I'm going to make a new recording."

You didn't know what he was talking about, but you did know it freaked you out. You slowly took your hand off the phone and put it back on your lap, staring at the desk.

"Oh sh*t!" Mike said suddenly, panicking to grab the tablet. "The camera!"

He snatched the device off the desk and started mumbling about how it was peculiar that none of the animatronics were moving. You absolutely thought he was crazy.

You heard the 6:00 am bell ring and quickly stood up, ready to get the heck out of there. "Bye..." you said awkwardly.

"Bye. Oh and (y/n), don't expect tomorrow night to be as easy." Something abount the way he said it gave you the chills. Chills you couldn't brush off this time. You walked out the door, glancing at the creepy animatronics once more.

Freddy:

You settled into the office. Looking around, you laughed at the childish poster of Chica in the corner. When you heard the phone ring, you picked it up, frowning as beeps sounded over the line. When a guys voice came over, you were more than creeped. After listening to the little speech, you freaked totally. The animatronics wanted to stuff you into a suit? If this was a prank, it wasn't funny.

You were scared. You knew you had to conserve energy, but you had to check the cameras constantly with your shaky hands to make yourself feel safe. Even if it was a prank just for kicks.

You hadn't checked the stage in a while but when you did you almost screamed. The bear was gone. The dude on the phone said he most likely wouldn't be active tonight. You searched all over the cameras but you couldn't find him. You slowly put the tablet down and right in front of you, you saw a gigantic animatronic bear.

You finally screamed and felt tears rush to your eyes. Throwing the tablet at him, you fell off the chair and crouched under the desk. You were full on sobbing now, because you knew you would certainly die. "Hey, you didn't have to throw that at me!" You heard an annoyed voice say. You barely dared peaking from under the desk and gasped quietly when you saw a teenager around your age with deep brown hair and clear blue eyes wearing a....suit?!.

You felt relieved tears slowly stream down your face as you looked at the man in front of you.

"Oh god." He sighed, walking towards you. Crouching down in front of you, he stared into your (e/c) eyes. "Gosh, don't cry. I hate seeing people cry."

You felt a weird itching near the back of your mind. This whole scene was wrong. What was happening?

He reached for you and you flinched back. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise."

Suddenly you realized who the teen reminded you of. Your stomach churned. "How... You won't- You won't stuff me into a suit?"

"Well, you're not an empty endo-skeleton, are you?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. The humor flew over your head, but you shook  it anyways and wiped at your eyes, feeling stupid and confused and delusional all at the same time.

"Well then, no." He stood and helped you up. "Thanks," you said, looking back down. "Um, my name's (Y/n)."

"Oh! How silly of me! My name's Freddy, obviously.

"A-as in the a-animatronic?" you asked, just wanting to make sure your speculations were right and you weren't going crazy. "Yes, but I won't hurt you. It gets sort of boring killing people." You swallowed hard and uncomfortable, then finally nodded your head. The 6:00am bell rang through the halls, and you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "Well, I-I guess I should get going now..." you said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. (y/n)!"

You walked out the door and into your car, sighing and rubbing your temples. Wow, this was messed up.

Foxy:

You walked into the office and plopped down, scratching at your arm. When you heard the phone ring and heard the message on the phone, you breathed out and closed your eyes. You got this. No problem. Fake it till you make it. But even though you were acting cool, on the inside you were unwiring. You were scared. For the first time in your life in a long time.

You checked the camera hesitantly, relieved to see all three animatronics on the stage, and then switched to Pirate's Cove. Your eyes caught a hook sticking out from the velvet curtains, but didn't mind much. You put the tablet down, and laid against your seat. You heard a screech from the right door, and instantly closed it. From the window you could see Chica looking in at you.

"PLEASE just go away! Nobody likes you!" She seemingly frowned at you, and after she was gone you opened the door. You checked the cameras again and almost peed your pants. The fox was gone.

You started shaking uncontrollably and looked through all the cameras. In the West Hall you thought you saw an auburn flash. No.

You ran to close the door, but you were too late. You heard a wide jaw open, and heard a loud screech. Running to the corner, you cowered and crouched down.

You were there for a while before you heard quiet chuckling. You turned around and saw a teen around your age with dark reddish-brownish hair and bright golden eyes. He was wearing brown torn up shorts and a white dress shirt. He was... almost beautiful, in an irking way. You instantly felt a blush coming to your cheeks. "S-s-stop l-laughing you j-jerk!" you said. "I'm sorry lassie, but ye' should've seen ye' face!" the teen said. Oh, god, his pirate accent was cu- No. I will NOT think about that, because even I can't deny this situation is unbelievable!

"Me name be Foxy the Pirate Fox, and I won't hurt ye'!" "Foxy" said proudly, pointing to his chest.

"I'm (y/n). Use grammar, you stupidass. I'm not scared of you," you said scowling.

"Well isn't that a pretty name." he said flirtatiously, totally ignoring the second part of your sentence. You stayed scowling at him until the 6:00 am bell rang. "Well lassie, I have to be goin' no. See ye' tomorrow!"

"Hm...." you mumbled, feeling stupid for being scared at first. Well, you're never too old for a mental breakdown in an empty pizza shop!

Bonnie:

You sat down in your chair and sighed. Honestly, you already hated this job. When you heard the phone ring, you were about pick it up, but then heard a beep and noticed it was a recording.

After listening to it you felt bile rise in your throat. Stuff you into a suit? You didn't want to get stuffed into a suit. You were 16! Too young to die. An article caught your eye: '5 kids lured in by a man dressed in a company mascot at a birthday party at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Found months later stuffed into the suits of 4 of the animatronics."

You instantly felt sorry. They were too young to die. Throughout all this thinking, you hadn't checked the cameras yet, and when you finally realized this fact you panicked. You fumbled to pick up the tablet and look through the cameras. When you looked at the stage, you noticed with cold dread that the purple bunny was gone. You looked through the cameras and found him in the West Hall. You checked Pirate's Cove, and then checked the West Hall again. He was gone. The bunny was gone. (I noticed as I was editing this I said "was gone" in all the scenarios...>w<)

You put the tablet down with a soft thud, barely comparing to the loud pounding of your racing heart that rung in your ears. You remembered what the guy said about blind spots and how if you didn't check the door lights, the animatronics could hide in them. You decided toclose your eyes and when you opened them you fell off your chair. Bonnie was looking you straight in the eyes.

You crawled under your desk. No. You didn't want to die. Who really did when it came down to it? The tears were running down your face nonstop now, and you shook violently. You felt someone hug you from behind, and leaned into the warmth because you were much too disoriented to care that the situation was irrational.

"Hey, don't cry," a soft voice said. "Please don't cry. I-I won't hurt you." You didn't stop crying, but it slowed down. When you looked up you saw a teenage boy with lilac hair and red-pink eyes looking at you. He was wearing a white shirt under a purple vest and dark purple jeans. On top he was wearing a bright red jacket and you absentmindedly thought of the Beatles, which was one of your favorite bands.

"I didn't mean to scare you- Well, I scare everyone, b-but that's sort of my job, I guess." Guilt coated his soft voice, so you decided to nod your head. "It's.... fine." Was it fine? Was any if this happening fine?

"Thank god... My name's Bonnie. And yours?"

"I'm (y-y/n)," you said, twiddling your fingers around nervously. "Nice to meet you, then. hope we can become friends." Right after Bonnie said that, the 6:00 am bell rang and you stood, brushing off your pants and clearing your throat. "Um, well, bye i guess," you said, nodding again in his direction.

"Bye, see you tomorrow!" he said, waving. You went outside to your car and took a deep breath out.

Golden Freddy:

You sat down in your seat shaking. This place already gave you the creeps. When the phone rang, you glared as a message started playing. You didn't ask for a goddamn message.

After listening to it, you got pissed. Stuff you into a suit? Devil so help you, you would stuff them into a suit. You looked across the room to a wall that had an article about some kids going missing: 5 children lured in by a killer dressed as the company's mascot, and killed. Killer found and arrested, but children's bodies not located. Found months later stuffed inside the 4 animatronics. Now this article made you mad.

Who would stuff innocent children into animatronics? What kind of weirdo would do that? You heard a screech from the right door and instantly closed it. "Go the f*ck away, Chica!" The chicken looked at you sadly and walked off. After opening the door, you checked the west hall corner camera and froze. Instead of the happy Freddy poster, there was now a picture of a Golden Freddy.

That was not supposed to be there. You turned of the tablet, and put it down. Sitting in front of you was a teenager boy with Golden hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a suit with a blue bowtie, and a blue hat.

"Who are you?!" You asked, trying not shiver. "I'm Golden Freddy, but you can call me Goldie." he replied. Your mind switched to the next question. "Are you going to kill me? Make it quick, please."

"Of course not! Something as beautiful as me would never kill something as pretty as you!"

That brought an angry blush to your face. "Ever the flatterer, aren't you?" You growled, fear replaced with anger. He smirked at you and gave you a wink. You rolled your eyes at him and looked back down at the tablet, ignoring the other at all costs. "This is probably a dream, anyways. I'll come back tomorrow, and you won't be here. Are you just going to stare at me the whole time, then?"

"Yep."

When the 6:00am bell rang, you got up quickly and walked to the front. "I'm going now. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." It was more of an order than a queztion on your part. The golden haired teen nodded and backed into the shadows, and just like that he was gone.

Hey, guys! This isn't my first fanfic, but I would love some constructive criticism!!! Also, if you want me to add something, please comment about it. I hope you like it! Bye! (Edited 2/20/17 lmao)