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Five Nights at Freddy's

By PeachesSparklepants

Horror

Night One

Mike looked over the newspaper ads. He needed to find work soon since he recently got fired from his last job. He kept scrolling until one advertisement caught his eye. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was hiring. He knew that place. He used to go there all the time as a kid until something happened. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that it was causing the place problems. If he remembered correctly it was about a bite of some sort. He dialed the number to the company and asked about the ad. They seemed more than happy to accept him. He nearly exploded with joy. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was his favorite place to go when he was younger. Even though the food was awful and the service wasn't all that great, he went there for one reason and one reason only- the animatronics. He loved them- especially Foxy. He knew each and every one of their songs and he used to sing along with them.

He took a quick shower and made his way to the pizzeria. It looked the same after all those years. He walked inside and was greeted by the manager. "Ah, Mike, right?"

"Yeah."

He shook his hand. "Well you can me Mr. Bernstein. I've owned this company for years. Now, over here we have animatronics and your job is to watch them and stand guard. Mike, are you listening?"

Mike's eyes were fixated upon Pirate Cove, which had a sign in front of it that read: "Sorry! Out of Order!"

"Mr. Bernstein… what does it mean by out of order?"

"Oh, that? Well… how should I put this… alright. Foxy was doing one of his games with the kids when he went up to one them. She was a little girl by the name of Emily. She began to pull on his hook and climb on him. After that, Foxy knocked her onto the ground. And when she stood up… he…"

"What?"

"He bit her. Tore off the frontal lobe, he did. We're lucky that she lived. After that we were forced to put him out of order."

"Why don't you repair him?"

"It's very expensive to hire a mechanic and we just don't have enough money now because we've been having some… issues. Everything you need is in your office. It's just down at the end of those halls. Be seeing you!"

He left. Mike looked at his watch. 11:00. His shift started at midnight, so he decided to have a look around. First he peered behind the curtain at Pirate Cove. Foxy had fallen into disrepair and parts of his suit had fallen off. It made him sad because Foxy was his favorite. For a second he thought he saw Foxy's head turn towards him, but he just assumed that he was just seeing things because he was a bit sleepy.

After that he went up to the other animatronics. He remembered their names. Freddy the Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny. He sighed as he was filled with nostalgia. Then he began to wander around a bit. He tried to get into the kitchen, but it was locked. He looked at his watch and saw that he had 10 minutes until his shift started. He went up to his office, took a drink from his red and white striped cup, and looked around the room.

The office was very small, but it would have to do. He placed his drink on the desk and turned on the fan. In the chair was a tablet. He picked it up and turned it on and saw views from the cameras around the facility. As the time turned to 12:00, he was filled with fear for some reason. He could feel the goosebumps beginning to form on his body. Then the phone next to him began to ring. It was a voicemail. The message began to play. As soon as the guy started to talk, he muted it, assuming it was a welcome from the company. But he just couldn't get over the chills he was feeling. For the next hour, he passed time by humming "Los Toreador" and eventually fell asleep.

He was awakened by a loud bang. Startled, he hastily picked up the tablet from the floor and checked the cameras. He nearly stopped breathing when he saw the Bonnie was not on stage.

He checked the backstage camera and was horrified at what he saw. In the camera, up close, was Bonnie's face, and his eyes were black with white pupils. He dropped the tablet out of fright and picked it back up again. When he looked at the dining area, he saw Bonnie in between a row of tables. He was wondering what the heck was going on. All of a sudden the camera went black. Soon it went back to normal, but Bonnie was gone. He searched frantically, but Bonnie was nowhere to be seen. He put down the tablets and saw the buttons that activated the lights. he pressed the one on the left and nearly screamed. Bonnie was there, staring at him. His pink eyes were burning into his soul, his mouth wide open, as if to swallow him. He pushed the door button, and the door slammed shut. He had never been so scared in his life. He used the lights again, and saw that Bonnie's shadow had left.

He noticed a gauge next to the chair that read: Power Remaining: 80% and that it was draining quickly. That meant he had no choice but to open the door. With a shaking hand, he pressed the button and checked his watch. 1:00 a.m.. He checked the show stage and thankfully the others were still there. He checked the west hall corner. Bonnie was really close. He checked the lights. He did not see Bonnie, but was still scared at the thought of him being so close to the office. He was so terrified for so long that he forgot to check his watch. He looked and it said 4:00 a.m.. He checked the show stage and saw that Chica was missing. He quickly looked he got to the dining area. Chica was near the end, staring at the camera, mouth wide open like Bonnie. "This job sucks… why the hell didn't Mr. Bernstein tell me what's going on in this place?!"

About an hour later, he checked the door lights a few more times and once again saw Bonnie, staring at him menacingly. He quickly shut the door, and then the lights went out. He then began to hear footsteps, and they grew louder. Pretty soon he began to hear a tune. He recognized it as the one Freddy played when he was on stage. He turned his head and had to stop himself from screaming. He saw freddy's face, eerily illuminated by his flashing eyes. He checked his watch (thankfully the numbers glowed in the dark) it said 5:58. "Come on, come on," he whispered, his eyes shut very tight. Finally, he began to hear a series of bells, much to his relief.

He just stayed there, eyes shut and fists clenched. After a few minutes the main power generator switched on and so did the lights. He opened his eyes and shrieked. Freddy was right in front of him, arms outstretched. He bolted out of the office, running down the hall, still yelling. Eventually he ran into the manager, who had just walked in through the door. "Mike! So what do you think of your new job?"

"What do I think?! You just left me with a bunch of serial killer animatronics and you knew this would happen, didn't you? Why didn't you tell me?!"

"If I told you, you wouldn't have taken the job. It's hard to hire people to work here, Mike."

"Well I quit."

"You can't quit! You just got here!""Well now I'm leaving and I'm going to report you to the police."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, if you go tell the authorities, I will find you and I will kill you. I can't have word about these animatronics going around. It's hard enough to stay in business as it is. Look, just work the five nights and we'll forget all about it."

"Fine. I need the money anyway."

He stomped out the door and drove to his apartment. It was cramped and he was having trouble keeping up with the rent. He took out his phone and called his mom.

"Mom."

"Oh hi, Michael! How's my boy?"

"Well, you remember Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well I got the night shift there."

"Really? That's awesome! Do you like your job?"

"Yeah, it's great", he lied.

"Well, if you need anything, just call alright?"

"Alright."

"Okay! Bye!"

He went to his bedroom and jumped into his bed. He was so tired from last night, and he could still see Freddy's face in his mind. He had loved them when he was a child, now they were his worst nightmare. He very slowly drifted off to sleep with one thought on his mind: "This is going to be one hell of a week…"

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