"Gah!" I jerked my head up. I was in a classroom that I had never seen before. There were sixteen desks in rows and columns of four. Each corner had a giant security camera, and a monitor sat at the front of the classroom. Metal sheets were bolted over the windows, and the only light came from the ceiling. "What an odd classroom", I mumbled to myself.

I got up from the desk and walked over to the door of the classroom. Peeking down the hallway, I saw that it was very similar to the classroom. Gray security cameras lined the walls, and a large monitor that displayed a black screen was mounted at the end of the hall.

"Hey!" I spun around to see a girl with blonde pigtails running towards me. She was wearing a hot pink halter crop top with a matching pair of hot pink gladiator sandals, her black pleated skirt swishing back and forth.

"Do you have any clue how you got here?" she asked as she ran up next to me. "Oh, where are my manners?" She waved at me. "I'm Terra Viara, nice to meet ya!" (TERRA VIARA, ULTIMATE FASHIONISTA)

"I'm Mike Smith", I responded. "I have no clue how I got here. The last thing I remember is getting to Fazbear's for the first time."

"Me too," Terra replied. She walked past me, towards a set of brown doors right below the giant monitor.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"The gym silly!" She grinned at me. "This is probably just a part of orientation."

"You're probably right," I nodded, following behind her. She pushed the doors open, revealing the gym and the other fourteen students. They turned towards us.

"Hey, it's the last two people from the website!", a boy with dirty blonde hair exclaimed. (SOREN MURRAY, ULTIMATE MUSIC AGENT)

"Maybe this orientation thingy will finally start," mumbled a guy with black and blue hair. (BOBBY ROSE, ULTIMATE GUITARIST)

"And about time too. I was starting to get bored." A girl with black hair and pale skin examined her fingernails. (MARY LILLIAN, ULTIMATE DANCER)

"Bored, more like board!" giggled a short blonde boy. (BRANDEN LOBER, ULTIMATE COMEDIAN)

A girl with low brown pigtails rolled her eyes. "What does that have to do with anything?" (BRENDA WOO, ULTIMATE ACTRESS)

"Hey, I thought it was pretty funny!" A guy with messy red hair in a beanie laughed. (AMES RODRIGUEZ, ULTIMATE ARTIST)

A girl with a long blonde braid stepped between the group. "Hey, calm down guys. We can't start fighting on our first day." (CHICA EVANYA, ULTIMATE BAKER)

"Who said we were fighting?" yelled a guy with a blonde bowl cut and a small black top hat. (GEORGE GLEETHAL, ULTIMATE SPECIAL EFFECTS CREATOR)

"Calm down George!" yelped a girl with pink and white hair. (MELANIE CREST, ULTIMATE GYMNAST)

"W-Why hasn't orientation started yet?" a red headed boy in a chef's hat stuttered. (FRITZ SMITH, ULTIMATE CHEF)

"What if we aren't at Fazbear's?" a guy with brown hair and a ukulele asked nervously. (FREDDY CHESTERFIELD, ULTIMATE SINGER)

A guy with dark skin and a reddish-brown afro stepped in. "Where else could we be?" (FRANCIS EMERSON, ULTIMATE TRACK STAR)

Everyone was silent for a second trying to process what Freddy just said. "This is definitely Fazbear's", a blonde girl with a half-shaved head mumbled. (STELLA BROWNE, ULTIMATE HIDER)

"If this is Fazbear's Academy, what's going on?" Freddy asked. "I have no clue where my phone is, and how could anyone have even stolen it with all these security cameras?" At his words, everyone immediately began to check their pockets. I reached in mine and came up empty-handed.

"What the hell is this?" George yelled.

"My phone! My fashion! My blog! My followers!" Terra's lips began to tremble.

"Could this be some kind of hazing ceremony?" Chica wondered out loud.

As she spoke, all the lights in the gym flicked off. A few high shrieks pierced the deadly silence as the lights flicked back on. Standing there on the stage was...well...a strange metal object. Half of it was colored like a normal cupcake, with a bright yellow wrapper, cute pink icing, and a wide brown eye. The other half of it looked unfinished, with exposed wiring as the icing, a sheer black unpainted metal wrapper with the screws still visible, and a red glaring light where the eye should be.

"What's that?!?!" yelped Ames, jumping back while pointing at the strange object. As if responding to the shouting, thin wirey arms and legs popped out of the metal cupcake.

"That's no way to address your headmaster!" the strange machine screeched.

"Ah! I'm sorry uh, Mr. uh..." Ames was at a visible loss for words.

"Carl! Carl Cupcake! I am the headmaster of this school, and I will be orchestrating this school killing game!" The cupcake spread his arms wide as if making a grand gesture while 16 horrified faces stared back at him.

"You want us to KILL each other???" George yelled. His pale skin was flushed with anger as he climbed on stage and picked Carl up with one hand. The robot's arms and legs flailed wildly.

Carl's voice went up a few octaves. "You're breaking the rules!" he screeched at George. "Violence against the headmaster is strictly prohibited!"

George smirked as he squeezed the robot tighter in his hand. "Or what?" Carl's eye shut as his other eye started blinking. A beeping noise came from his inside. "Not even going to speak to me?"

"George, throw the robot!" Melanie yelled. He turned towards her.

"Why would I throw him? Maybe I can get him to let us out of this shitshow." The beeps increased in volume and tempo. George shook the piece of machinery in his hand. "Shut UP!"

A loud bang and flash of light shook the gym. I shoved my head into my hands and hit the ground, smoke filling the room around me. In a few seconds, I lifted my head up to see the smoke beginning to clear. On the stage were tattered remains of George's clothes and a brand new metallic cupcake lying there.

"Did Carl just...blow up George?" The gym was nearly silent for a few seconds, then Carl was up and active again.

"Sorry for that...interruption!" He looked completely unaffected by the fact that one of our classmates was now dead. "On the stage I have a pile of your Electro-ID's! You'll use them to unlock your rooms, and they have all your information on them, as well as a texting feature. Isn't that cool? Just like having your phone with you!"

"I still want my phone back", Francis grumbled. Everyone headed to the stage to grab their IDs. I opened mine up using my fingerprint. There were four tabs: personal information, rules, chats, map, and motives. I stared at it in confusion.

"Hey Carl, what's the motive tab for?" He stared back at me.

"Uh, so I can give you motives to murder each other, DUH!" He squealed with joy, clapping his little wirey hands together with joy. "The first motive will be released at the nighttime announcement tonight. Happy murdering!" And with that, Carl promptly disappeared into god knows where.