I don't own Five Nights at Freddy's! Warning for strong language, blood gore, violence, and crude humor! You, dear readers, must be eighteen years old! If you not...Don't say I didn't warned you! Also Mike is very OOC, don't like then don't read.


One day earlier…

My name is Mike Schmidt, twenty two years old virgin. Looking for goddamn job…My life pretty much hell. My grandfather died few years ago, which he was a awesome grandfather that I ever had...But I was on the great depression at the time of his unexpected death, I dropped out from high school which it was my senior year. That's my reason why my life is hell. Without high school diplomas, I can't go to collage then...That part I realized after few years later, I felt like I got punched in the gut.


June 29th, 2014. Grove City, Pennsylvania. 6:23 AM.

I get my white, there's a black features printing on both sides of coffee mug that says 'number one idiot of the year 2013'.

I took a sip of my coffee while reading the newspaper. I read the job wanted part; only one of those caught my eyes.

HELP WANTED Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$120 a week.
To apply call:

My jaw literally dropped in shock. Only $120 a week?! I thought and greedily imagine 'what if'.

I'm totally going to get this job! I thought without reading the rest of story of it. I bolted to get the phone and call the place.

"Uh, hello? Is this Freddy Fazbear's Pizza place?" I asked.

"Yes, this is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! How I can help you?"

"Well I would like to get a job there."


"I said, I want a job there."

"Oh god your serious?! Is this a prank call?"

I sighed annoyed with a sudden irritated at this woman.

"This isn't a goddamn prank for fuck's sake. I said I want a job there!" I demanded angrily. Tch, why the actual hell they hired this woman anyway!? I thought angrily.

"…Oh this isn't a prank call…" A woman muttered.

Exactly dumbass! I thought.

"Okay, what kind of job you wanted here?"

"Security guard."

"Oh Jesus. Your not kidding aren't you."

"Nope." I frowned; I wonder what she meant.

"Okay. Your first and last name and age please."

"Mike Schmidt, twenty two years old."

Suddenly there's sobbing in the phone.

What the fuck? I thought.

I could've sworn that I heard something about 'oh god he is so young'.

Okay, this is now official…This woman is weird as a fuck.

"Uh…Is there something wrong?"


Liar. I thought dryly.

"Okay...I'm coming over at 11 o'clock."


End the call.

"That woman…Is weird." I muttered.

I shrugged.

"Who cares. I just cannot even wait for my new job!" I squealed. "My new life will begin as new security guard!"