Chapter 1 - 1st Night 0AM - 3AM

0 AM
The coffee was hot in Mike's hand and its aroma almost managed to hide the stench of cigarrets, sweat and bleach that clung desperately to the walls of the small security room. A lonely fan spun eagerly, trying it's best to blow the soothing goodness of the black beverage away. Mike sighed and took a big sip. It was midnight, the last customers had left two hours ago and the clean up crew had let him in on their way out. 
Now he would sit in the darkness of a small room, lit only by a single lightbulb and kept company only by an ancient TV screen, two empty drawers and the smiling faces of the mascots that watched him from the posters and drawings on the wall. Andt they did seem to stare. Annoyingly enough, the screen wasn't even necessary. All cameras were hooked up to a single tablet. 
Besides that, four big buttons on the left and right doorway. Two red for the doors and two white for the outside lights. 

"Now, what does it say here?" Mike wondered aloud and grabbed the tablet. Just as he was about to open the program, necessary for his job, the tablet began to sing a happy tune, as a call came in. 
Shrugging, Mike pressed the green button on the screen. It was the security tablet and he was the security guard, so he had to take the call, right?

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay? Mike let out a glad sigh. What a nice gesture from his predecessor. 

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Frederica Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death have occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced." Now... that was worrying. 
 
Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got hug? I'd probably be a bit pent up at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay. Sure, who hadn't pestered his parents into having a birthday party in this place? At that age, the mascots seemed less creepy for some reason. 
 
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh... Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Blow of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing what some people get off to, right? Mike scratched behind his ear. The press had reported on it, but there was a lot of... weird mixed into the reporting. 
 
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a child. They'll p-most likely see you as a roaming, lonely adult. Now since being sad and alone is against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... cheer you up, entertain you and probably... stuff you inside a Frederica Fazbear suit. WHAT? Um, if you catch my drift. DOUBLE-WHAT?  Now, that wouldn't be so bad if the animatronics were... erm... how to put this... if there were kids around, they would get out of adult mode as soon as one came close. ADULT MODE? So, you could imagine how having yourself forcefully stuffed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... or rather the extreme opposite. Uh, that would probably mess up the insides and make them smell terribly for weeks, heh. He can't be talking about...
 
Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

Mike slumped back in his chair. 
This was a misunderstanding! Just his perverted mind making up things. "Adult mode" probably meant that they just sand a slightly dirty song to get a giggle out of the parents or pestered them with questions to make sure no pedophile came in. They probably stuffed you inside the ball-pen or something.

Right? 

Right? 

WRONG ! IT'S ME ! 

What?
Mike blinked. What was that? He had blinked and then he had seen... 
A sudden rattling got Mike's attention. 
"Kitchen!" went through his head and he was about to get up, but remembered the warning. He had his camera tablet and he was supposed to use it. 

Static blew over the screen. 
-Camera Disabled-
Audio only 

Well, that was useful...

But he did hear the clinking of plates and the rattling of pots. There was someone in the kitchen. 

Quickly, Mike clicked through the other cameras. 
Dining area: Empty
West Hall: Empty
East Hall: Empty

Stage: WAH!
Mike could see Frederica with her top hat, Bonnie with the guitar... Chica was missing! 

"She has a Let's Eat!-nappy on..." Mike mused quietly, "Maybe she just go a little hungry." 
A second passed
"What am I saying, *she* is a animatronic canary or chicken or whatever... it is just walking around randomly. Like a chicken with its head off!" 
Mike let out a small snicker at his little joke. 
Yes, it was bad, but in the world of boredom, he had to keep up his sanity somehow. 

1 AM
The coffee cup was cold and empty and Mike felt the caffeine's rush betraying him. 
When he saw "Security Guard" in the paper, he had expected to walk rounds with a flashlight or sit behind a wall of cameras with several people on the radio. Not sitting alone in the dark, listening for things to go klink in the night, whenever the chicken hit a plate. 
Again, he shifted through the cameras. He found the hallways abandoned, the dining area empty and the pirate cove still hidden behind fabric. 

"Aren't they supposed to move?" Mike wondered aloud and shook his head. So far, the figures, he could see in the shadows were not moving a mus... motivator. Or whatever they used to move.

He let out a groan and shook his head. He was not a technician, so what did he care. 

Leaning back, he opened made another round through the rooms. 

Pirate Cove, West Hall, East Hall... 
Kitchen.... Wait! The sounds in the kitchen had ended. 
Chika was no longer in there. 

"Where did that yellow chick go?" Mike asked aloud and let out another giggle "Chick! As if!" 

2 AM
Mike flipped through the cameras. Slowly but certainly, he was getting tense. Whatever that adult mode or whatever was, he had no intent on finding it out right now. That phone guy had told him to avoid the mascots, so he would avoid them. And what if some weird had come in and damaged them? No! He wasn't exactly a pro, but he had no intention to screw this job up like some idiot. All he had to do was look at cameras! 
Pirate Cove: Empty
West Hall: Empty
East Hall: Empty

Dining Area: E... WAIT! 

On the screen were the usual six tables, barely lit by a single bulb, together with rows of chairs and the party hats, lined up and waiting for the children. But one of the chairs in the back was a little tilted to the side. Mike knew, in the last few hours he had seen this darn room so often, it was burned into his retinas. 

Mike pulled the tablet closer. 

Suddenly a taloned foot stepped out of the darkness and right onto the chair. 
The little light only outlined a leg that had come from the darkness. Mike's eyes were drawn to the defined calf, clearly a yellow, feathered tube that simulated a rather shapely lower leg. His gave ran over the knee-joint that betrayed the fake nature of the leg and he took in the shapely upper thigh that seemed to demand he imagined a rather shapely, soft buttock somewhere in the darkness. 
The chair moved a tad and the being in the dark began to turn and move closer, wile turning around. 
Slowly, the buttock stopped being a memory and became visible on the screen, wiggling softly and invitingly in the twilight. 
Mike began to sweat and blush. What the crap was going on? 
The back of the chair reached the space between the legs of the stranger and the turning stopped. 
One cheek illuminated, the stranger began grinding the chair between her legs, giggles and low creaks. 
Mike put the screen down. 

"The Fuck was that?" he asked out loudly. 
 