It is your first first night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. As one of the new animatronics, you are frightened of what the others might do to you. You look back at your stand, wondering how the hell to get out of this thing. A delicate yellow hand reaches for your stand, and you tense up. You heard that if someone disconnects you from your stand wrong, it could shut down your power circut for good. But the yellow hands gently remove you from the stand, backing away as to not frighten you. Looking up, you see the newer Chica, her metal suit shinny and polished. "H-hi," you stutter, feeling the wiring near your cheeks heat up. You couldn't seem to take your eyes off of those shining rib-structural plates.

She smiles at you, walking off to follow the other stage animatronics towards a room marked "FORBIDDEN ENTRY". It didn't seem to bother them though. Cautiously, you follow them, not wanting to end up with any scratches before your first day seeing the things called Children. Chica, who was at the back of the line, slowed down to walk next to you. "Hey, Freddy might seem intimidating, but don't worry. He wouldn't hurt a fly," she whispers to you. A loud thunk makes you jump, pulling your attention to Freddy. He had a lit cigar in his mouth, and he seemed to be smoking it. At the moment, his hand was on the wall. "I killed that damned fly," Freddy laughed, wiping the guts off on the wall. "Okay," Chica muttered, "looks like he WOULD hurt a fly."

"Yeah, he doesn't really look like he fits the snuggly atmosphere that alot of the other animatronics carry," you whisper, laughing quietly. You hear a quiet snap, and turn to see that Chica had torn her beak off. "What the heck???," you say, shocked, "why did you do that???" Smiling more, Chica responded, "It seems to scare Mike Schmitt more when I have it off." "Who's Mike Schmitt?," you ask, tilting your head to the side in a confused mannor.

"Oh, right," Chica muttered, walking over to one of the cameras and staring at it. "I keep forgetting it's only your first night here." As she stared into the camera, you hear a terrified scream from somewhere in the building, followed by someone yelling, "GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!" The lights went out for a few seconds, and when they came back on, Chica was gone. "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO DUCKY," you hear the person yell. You look around, trying to find Chica. But she wasn't there. Freddy pushed past you, flicking the lit cigar in your direction.

It hit your snout, and you shake wildly to get it off. "Stay back, new guy," Freddy growls at you, "Stay back and watch the professionals." You were never in his way in the first place, but you didn't want to firgure out how lightly he took it. "Can I atleast follow you to see what you guys do around here?," you ask Freddy. Stopping in his tracks, Freddy stood completely still. He was standing at the end of a corridor, staring into the room it led into. Peeking around the corner, you see an animatronic with only the head, hearing it curse to itself, "Damn fucking fucker that fuckhead bear leave leave please leave!"

You stare at it, whispering to Freddy, "Why is that exoskeleton out of its suit?" Once again, the lights go out, and someone shoves you into the corridor way. "Show me what you've got, kid," Freddy says to you before the lights turn back on. You stand as still as you can, staring at the thing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chica crawling from the vent on the person's left side. You stare at her, confused. What was she doing?

The person doesn't notice Chica, but he notices you. "WHAT THE LITTERAL FUCK?!? WHO DA FUCK ARE YOU? WHO DA FUCK ARE YOU?" You smile, remembering that this guy has never seen you before. The lights go off again, and you feel a clawed paw on your shoulder. "Watch this, ye skallywag," the voice said. As the lights turn back on, you see a tattered and torn up fox next to you. You couldn't see much else, because he lept at the person, screaming wildly. The person screamed too, going unconscious as the fox landed on the desk he sat at. Smirking, the fox got off, turning to stare at you. " 'Ello there, mate. My name's Foxy the Pirate Fox," he said, holding out his clawed paw towards you. "Never seen ye around here b-fore. Yer new here right?" You nod slowly, shaking his paw. As you pull away from Foxy, a pile of wires and metal parts fall from the ceiling, building themselves up into a thing with a white fox animatronic head.

Foxt tried ignoring it, as you could tell. But it was failing. "Helloooooo, Foxy my dear," the thing said, nuzzling against Foxy. Foxy rolled his eyes, saying in a flat unemotional voice, " 'Ello to you too Mangle." You stare at Mangle, thinking to your self, 'Yeah, she looks like a Mangle.' "Fooooxy dearest, shall we go have some alone time in the Party Room?" "I'm not interested, Mangle," Foxy growled, using the same flat unemotional voice. You stare at the two of them, confused. "Foxy dearest, we are the only two foxes in this little Pizzeria. You can't say no to me forever." Mangle got up and stumbled away, leaving behind a wire or two to trail behind her.

You stare at Foxy, giving him a questioning look. "What was that thing?," you ask him. Chica jumped up from out of the vent, making you jump in surprise. "That was Mangle. During the day, she's in the Party Room, where the kids disassemble her for fun," she says, "Sounds cruel, but whatever the customers want to make them happy, as the manager says." "It sounds extremely cruel," you growl. "Well Mangle was built to still move after being disassembled, so she's fine," Foxy scoffed.

A bell went off, and the animatronics around you growled in annoyance. "His shift is over, we have to go back to the stage," Chica told you. Following her back to the stage, you let her hook you back up to the stand.

A few minutes later, you hear the manager come in, and that Mike guy shouting at him, "I FUCKING QUIT! I'M NOT COMING BACK TONIGHT, SO FIND YOURSELF A NEW NIGHT GUARD!" Chica got off, picking up her cupcake and walking over to the manager, handing it to him. "Sorry Chica," he mumbled, "I can't digest metal. Otherwise I'd eat it. And anyways, I'm on a diet! Do you want me to get fat again?" He was saying it in a joking mannor, but Chica looked kinda hurt.

"Now then," he said, clapping his hands together and walking in my direction, "time to get that new animatronic to go free roam like the rest of you!" He reaches for your power plug, but you smack his hand away. "Don't you dare unplug me," you say, hearing your voice crackle for the first time. "Oh so this guy's already a free-roam? Good! Saves me time!" The manager walked back over to the front door, locking it. "Gonna get the guys out of the storage room today, fix them up. We don't have forever until this place is remodeled." Looking over at Chica, I ask, "What does he mean  'remodeled'?" Letting out a sigh, she answers, "The budget for this place is going downhill. It's slowly going intio debt. So they're gonna remodel, keep the less expensive animatronics and such."

Sitting down next to her, you say, "Chica, don't worry. You're pretty much an A.I. If the manager has ANY sort of heart, he wouldn't put us all in storage forever! You'll be back out on the stage some day, okay?" Turning around and grabbing her beak off of the stage, you carefully put it back on her, smiling. She smiled back, leaning close to you and letting out a sigh, holding the cupcake up near your snout. "You want it?," she asks, looking up at you with her big pink eyes. You shake your head, opening your mouth to show her the metal plate blocking your throat. "I'd just chew it up and have to spit it out again.

"Hello," you hear, and looking over Chica's shoulder, you see a boy carrying a bunch of balloons. Chica laughed a bit, saying, "Hi there Balloon Boy! New Guy, this is Balloon Boy." "Hello," he said again. You nod a bit, saying, "Sup kiddo."