Mike 

Your father owned Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, as well as several other successful family restaurants, and Fazbear's Pizzeria had been earning the least income ever since 1987. For your latest birthday your father bought you a car, diamond earrings, vouchers - and you appreciated all this stuff, you really did. But what you wanted most was to work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It may sound incredibly lame to someone else, but to you it wasn't. Your father had forbid you to set foot in the Pizzeria, and he never told you why. That's what made it so interesting. Why didn't he let you visit his own pizzeria? After weeks of persuading and arguing, your father finally gave in and let you have the job. But he never told you that you'd be sharing with someone else...

The man, briefly mentioned as 'Mike', had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. You guess he must get used to that though, he was attractive. He had dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous. His eyes were a dark, but a different sort of dark. Mesmerizing deep brown, flecks of silvery light performed ballets throughout. And he always seemed to be pissed off, at something or someone.

"(Y/N), huh?" Mike says. "You here for pocket money? Because if you are, you've made a very poor career choice." He tells you.

"No." You frown at him. "I'm curious about this place. Is that a problem?" You say.

"Curious." He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "You're in for one heck of a ride." He says, and turns around to walk down the hallway. You wondered what on earth he meant by that. And why people are so worked up about this place.

You decide to follow him, struggling to match his fast strides. You didn't really like Mike, only because he seemed to dislike you. But you should at least try to know him. Maybe he's a nice guy after all. Mike leads you to an office like room with a fan, a tablet, and a single seat in the centre. There were strange buttons on either side of the wall, beside the doors. Before you could even ask about it, Mike had started explaining it all. He talked about how things worked and how you could run out of power easily, You didn't think this was so bad. Why did your father stop you from coming here in the first place?

"This seems easy." You say, smiling lightly. Mike chuckles again, shaking his head lightly at you. You frowned at him. Something told you that you both were not going to get along with each other well. Suddenly, a chime of bells had rung indicating that it was twelve o' clock; the start of your shift.

The both of you simultaneously attempted to sit down on the only seat. Mike had sat down first, and you accidentally sat on him. Blushing, you quickly hoped off, as if he had burnt you.

"Sorry." You apologized quietly.

"Whatever." He mumbles. He looks away from you, awkwardly clearing his throat. He almost seemed to be blushing, but you weren't sure.

You sat up on the table, seeing as there was no other place to sit except from the floor. Mike was flicking through the cameras on the tablet, looking as if were concentrating.

"Do you need me to do anything?" You find yourself asking, feeling useless.

"Yeah. Stop talking." He says, and you frown.

"I just wanted to-"

"Just wanted to help?" Mike looks up from the tablet. "I bet it's always what you want. Isn't it, rich kid?" he says and you scowl. If there was one thing you hated, it was people defining you as the rich business man's daughter. You were a lot more than that.

"What is your problem?" You ask quietly. He sighs, setting the tablet down and looking up at you for a moment or two. You thought he was going to be angry, but he stays silent for a few moments. He looks almost...sincere?

"I'm only trying to protect you." He says, looking down at the floor, as if he wa embarrassed to say it.

You must have looked confused because he huffs loudly, and then continues on with his work. This was going to be one long night.

Goldie (Golden Freddy)

It was your third night on the job, and so far, you were doing a pretty good job. You controlled your power levels well, pressed the right buttons, and checked the right cameras. And even though it was the third night, you were still afraid of the animatronics. But who wouldn't? And on this night, you would have never expected what was to come...

You yawn loudly, covering your mouth, and you did routinely check for the animatronics. Cameras, lights, and then doors. Only Bonnie and Chica had moved so far. You weren't too fused by this. Yet you started to feel more and more tired for some reason even though you had gotten enough sleep during the daytime.

You yawn once more and rub your eyes, squeezing them shut then opening them, squeezing them shut then -

"WHAT THE HECK?!" You shout, your eyes widening open.

There was a man with golden blonde hair, tanned skin, and a tall height sitting upon your table. He wore a black top hat. The man was smirking, and sitting in an incredibly suggestive pose.

"Well, hello there." He greets, and you throw the tablet directly at him on the leg. "Ow! What the heck is that made of?" He grumbles, rubbing the spot where you had hit and looking down at the tablet with a frown. Jumping off the table he sighs, and shakes his head.

You get up and use the chair to defend yourself. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?" You ask frantically, rolling your chair backwards and away from this unknown man.

"Hey, you're kinda cute." He smirks, ignoring your words completely.

"Cute?!" You say and then shake your head. "Get away from me!"

He laughs in amusement, watching as you pull the chair closer to your body. "You don't need to know my name, you can call me your lover." He says dramatically, winking and then raising a double thumbs up.

"That was cheesy dude" You say blandly, suddenly forgetting that a man randomly appeared in your room, your sass kicking in.

He straighten his posture, and then clears his throat. "Yeah, that was." He confesses, but the smirk on his face reappears again. "Cheesy like pizza. Get it because-" He begins to say but you interrupt him in mid-sentence. 

"Get out." You close your eyes and point towards one of the doors. 

"Okay, okay." He sighs, beginning to leave. "I'll see you soon, (Y/N)."

You frown. You never told him your name though...

Becoming Friends:

Mike

During your shifts, you and mike didn't really talk much. And if you did it was either about  who got to sit in the chair that night, or if the animatronics were getting too close to the door. Other than that it was awkward and silent. You'd occasionally catch him staring at you, but he'd look away the second you caught him.

You also found out about the animatronics, and how they wanted to kill you by stuffing you into one of the empty suits. That's why your father was so protective of you, and banned you from visiting. After your first night, he had thought that you would give up and understand why the place was dangerous- but you didn't, you stayed. It was interesting to be here. Like an adventure every night.

"Bonnie to the left." You point out, and mike rushes to close the door. It was his turn (again) to sit in the chair. You were sitting up on the table, and swining your legs as you watched both the doors carefully. You hummed quietly, and tapped your feet together as boredom took over you once more. Mike blankly glanced at you, watching you.

"What now?" You ask.

"Stop that." He says, grabbing your feet. You stop moving them, and stare at him. You're both like that for a while before he quickly goes back to his work, like it never happened. Over the past few days you learned that Mike is quick- tempered, sarcastic, witty, and incredibly mysterious. And you wanted to know more about him.

You hop of the table, and arch your back groaning. You stretched out your arms, and then walked around the office a bit to get the blood flowing through your veins. Sitting up on that bench bade your body ache. Mike was quick to notice this.

"You know, (Y/N), you can sit here if you want to, I really don't care." Mike shrugs casually.

"No, I'm fine." You lied. You didn't want to seem like you had to have everything. You thought Mike saw you the typical rich girl; stuck up, carting around handbags fit for poodles, and buffing your perfect little nails.

 (A/N): I'll continue writing this after I'm done with my projects, and especially assignments... Thank you so much for reading!

Continuation:

He got up from the seat, and gestured for you to sit. "You sit." He offers.

"Mike, no." You sigh, and cross your arms.

"Listen, I'm trying to be nice. It's rare, and I'm making an effort." He says, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh yeah?" You frown back, leaning forward.

"Yeah." He nods.

"I'm not sitting." You refuse simply.

"Just sit." He argues, leaning closer as well.

"You sit."

"No, you."

"You!"

"Sorry for interrupting upon your pretty conversation, but I suggest the both of you get back to work." A mysterious voice advises the both of you. You snap into reality and realise that you were inches away from Mike's face. Quickly parting away from each other, blushing in the process, you both notice people standing outside your doorways. People who looked incredibly similar to the animatronics.

The animatronics who try to kill you every night.

The voice had come from the right door. It was a man who looked incredibly similar to Freddy Fazbear. Beside him was a blonde haired woman similar to Chica.

"Are ye really fightin' over a seat, lass?" Another asks from the left side. He resembled Foxy the Pirate. And the man behind him represented Bonnie. You had only to glance at Mike before you both took on a door each, closing them at once before they could enter. That was close.

"That's not nice." You hear Chica Speak.

"Mikey's gotta girlfriend." Bonnie chants, smirking through the window.

"What?!" You shout, and there is laughing from the left side. "We are only friends!" You say.

"You think of me as a friend?" Mike asks you quietly, and you nod.

"Yeah, I-I um guess so." You smile lightly. He smiles back. You've rarely seen him smile before.

"Well done you imbeciles, you've ruined our plan. I should've known this wouldn't have worked..." Freddy complains darkly and walks off down the hallway. Chica follows quietly. Foxy rolls his eyes and sprints back down the hallway.

Bonnie peeks through the window one last time and says, "I ship it." He flashes a big grin before rushing off.

"What. Was. That." Is all you can say.

"My co-workers." Mike says, smirking.

You roll your eyes up, and hit him playfully across the arm, before sitting down in the seat. "I wanted to sit here the whole time, to tell you the truth." You say, looking up at him with your own smirk.

"(Y/N) you little..." He says quietly, and you laugh.

After all this had happened, you could actually feel more comfortable around Mike. You both talked a lot more (sometimes a little too much) during your working hours. You learned so much about hum, and how interesting he was. He was a good person, behind the cloudy exterior. You could understand him. And you could call him your friend. But as time passed, you felt your heart flutter every time he smiled and your heartbeat increases every time he touched you. You noticed that you were falling for you friend.

(A/N): I'm finished with the Mike scenario then I'll continue the Golden Freddy scenario as soon as possible after I sleep for 8 hours. 

Goldie (Golden Freddy)

You were so worked up about last night, seeing that mysterious man appear like that. You had your eyes shut for a matter of seconds and then - BOOM! Some super attractive guy dressed for the red carpet appears in front of your eyes. Wait a second, super attractive guy?...No! You couldn't think of him like that!

You brang your knees up to your chest, and stared around the room wide-eyed. You had this wacky theory that if you closed your eyes or even blinked the man would appear again. Which admittingly, was kind of stupid. You limited your blinking dramatically, and it made your eyes burn. And you couldn't help it anymore.

Blink.

"(Y/N)!" The man appeared upon your desk in the same suggestive pose.

You jumped up slightly, and created a space between you and the man.

"It's me." He raises his hands up.

"How do you know my name?" is the first thing to ask. "And wait, you never told me your name!" You say. You wanted answers first, and then you could be frightened later.

He walks towards you, smirking. "Ah, the lady is curious about me? Do tell, how many hours did you dwell on my presence?" He asks mischievously. You blush, and scowl coldly at him. You didn't answer, and continued to glare.

"Spare your fowl gaze woman." He says with a sigh, not liking the fact that you were glaring. "Call me Goldie." He finally introduces, taking his top off. "But you can call me anything you like." He winks, taking your hand in his and placing a gentle kiss against your skin. You shiver at his touch, but make no move to recoil.

"So, what on earth motivated a pretty lady like yourself to work in a dump like this, hm?" He asks, leaning against the table.

You take a while to answer. Not because you didn't know how to answer. You were just taking everything in. This 'Goldie' guy probably didn't want to kill you after all. "Uh, just an extra job. Nothing special." You mumble in response.

"Well, I'm glad you chose this place." He says, and smiles. You half-smile back, not really sure how to react.

You glance back down at the tablet, remembering that when you were working so were the animatronics. Bonnie and Foxy weren't close. Freddy was up on stage, and staring up at the camera. And Chica...

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You heard a mechanical screech come from your left. You automatically scream and cover your face, preparing for harm, but nothing seems to happen.

You slowly uncover you face and look up. Instead of the animatronic chicken, there was a woman replacing her who looked strangely similar. The woman look bewildered.

"Oh, my dear Chica. What brings you here?" Goldie asks casually.

"Uh I was - what are you...um." Chica stutters quietly, looking from you to Goldie in a desperate attempt to explain herself.

Goldie hops off the ledge of the table and his expression grows cold. "Touch her, and I will  bring you pain much sweeter than death." He threatens quietly. "Understand?"

Chica nods quickly. Her pink eyes widen, and then she runs off in a hurry. "Tell my brother, I say hi." Goldie quickly calls out down the hall, and then looks back to you as if nothing happened.

You look to Goldie, your own eyes widened.

"What?" He arches a brow.

You were shocked to experience all that, so many questions were running through your mind. Chica can be human? Sweeter than death? Goldie has a brother? But you quietly thank him anyway, and feel slightly embarrassed about it all. He basically protected you.

"They won't be bothering you for some time. I have doubts about Freddy though." He assures you, and you smile at him. 

And that's where the beginning of your friendship had started.  

(A/N): I'm finally done with the Goldie scenario, YES!