1 Chapter 1

"Mr. Schmidt, we have yet to receive payment for the last 2 months and as such, we are now disconnecting your internet service for the foreseeable future. Have a nice day."

Mr. Schmidt, or Mike as he prefers to go by, groggily raised his head up and shot an annoyed look at the phone that sat atop his dresser.

"I know I'm way behind on my bills and I deserve to have no internet for that, but that 'Have a nice day' part sounds like a genuine kick the dog line," he sighed, lazily turning his entire body around so he could stare at his ceiling. "Good thing I don't usually use the internet for gaming… except for updates, dlc and website games… Not to mention just researching background information of my favorite things…"

His thoughts were soon interrupted as the disgruntled Mike heard the familiar sound of a small, thin envelope sliding under his door.

"That's probably the gas bill…" he sighed.

He heard the familiar sound again, "Water…"

A third time, "Telephone…"

By the sixth bill, Mike already had his head buried under his pillow.

"I need to find a job," he declared.

With everything to lose, Mike put on his best casual wear and made his way into the city.

"Alright, just got find a jobs listing thing somewhere," Mike thought aloud, looking around for said list. "Jobs… Jobs… Girl Scout cookies?"

His eyes were immediately drawn to a bright pink table with a variety of cookie boxes spread on top of it. The table itself was manned by a small girl and her mother, the usual cookie selling team. Unfortunately, Mike found that he stared for too long as the girl's eyes soon locked onto his.

"Uh oh…" he silently fretted.

A sharp chill crawled down his spine as the Girl Scout approached him.

"Would you like some cookies, mister?" she asked.

"Uhm…" Mike quickly reached for his wallet out of instinct, but stopped himself just as quickly. He needed to remind himself, "I need to save as little money as I got."

"Each box I sell helps supports my troop's goal of going to Hawaii," she continued.

"Well…"

"Which has always been a dream of mine since I was littler," she added.

"…I'll take 5," Mike said, now sporting a defeated a smile.

Moments later, Mike mindlessly carried his boxes of cookies through the city, stuffing his face until he found several newspaper clippings plastered over each other on a nearby telephone pole. As he scoured through the various jobs, Mike began to have doubts as to wonder whether or not he could actually do what was available, "Chef… Nah, I can't even cook for myself that well. Army? No. Night guard for Anime Convention… Huh?"

Mike's eyes stopped on a partially obscured clipping advertising an open position as a night guard.

"'Night Guard position for Freddy Fazbear's Anime Convention now open. See manager for more information.'" he read aloud. "Night guard, huh? Well, it's not like night guards have to do much anyway. Plus, it's an Anime Convention, so it's not like there's much worth stealing. I may as well give it a look."

His eyes trailed further down the small piece of paper before widening from shock.

"$700 dollars a day?!" Mike exclaimed. "Now, I really got to check this out."

Wasting no time travelling to the address provided, Mike eventually found himself walking down a colorful hallway filled with posters and streamers. Kids and teenagers were constantly running from room to room, sporting nothing but happy faces.

"This place must be really popular," he thought aloud.

Deciding to see what all the excitement was about, the curious Mike entered the main dining area and his eyes were immediately drawn to three very feminine animatronics performing on stage.

The first of them had brown and tan skin, short anime stylized brown hair, and dark blue eyes. She also possessed large brown bear ears and red blushing cheeks. A small black top hat sat on top of her head, and a matching ribbon circled around her neck; hovering just above two big black buttons on her chest.

The second one possessed sky blue hair, along with blue skin with white templates. Her eyes matched the color of an emerald, her cheeks matched the same red hue of the first animatronic while also sporting a matching ribbon around her neck and she possessed a fluffy white tail, along with big blue rabbit ears.

Last but not least, the third one had short yellow hair and skin, cornflower blue eyes, and pink blushing cheeks. She also had the short tail feathers of a chicken and a bib with the words "Let's Party!" written across it.

The bunny girl strummed away on her guitar as the top hatted bear sung with the bibbed chicken singing backup.

"They seem… so lifelike," the awestruck Mike thought aloud.

"Don't they?"

Following the direction of the sudden voice, Mike quickly looked to his left and found a young woman standing next to him. Her skin was pale and she possessed smooth medium length brown hair with eyes to match. She wore a white t-shirt, blue jeans pants and an olive green long sleeve jacket.

"Yeah?" Mike replied. "Um…"

"Charlotte. The name's Charlotte," the woman introduced herself. "But you can call me Charlie. And you?"

"I'm Mike."

Mike was soon rendered silent as Charlie's eyes scanned him from head to toe.

"So, what brings you here, Mike?" she asked.

"I'm here for the night guard position," he answered.

A bright smile appeared on Charlie's face.

"Sweet. You're a real lifesaver," she chirped.

"Huh?" Mike couldn't help but wonder what she meant.

"Oh right, I work here too," she explained. "I handle a lot of the day stuff, but since we haven't had a night guard, I had to pull double duty handling that too."

"Ah. Sorry, you had to do that," Mike sympathized.

Charlie's eyes slightly widened.

"Thanks for the sympathy," she said. "Most people would just laugh or say they're glad it's not them. Anyway, let show you where the manager's office is."

Charlie led Mike out of the Dining Area, down the hallway and stopped in front of a door labeled "Manager's Office".

"So, just go in there and the manager will be there to see you soon," Charlie said, opening the door for him. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Mike grinned. He walked towards the entrance, though immediately stopped himself from going through. He then shifted his gaze back to Charlie and raised the only cookie box he had left. "Would you like to have the rest?"

"Sure," Charlie reached for the box and graciously accepted it.

Mike then entered the office and nearly winced after the door closed behind him. In front of him was a desk with two chairs on each side. As he took a seat, he looked around the surrounding walls and was surprised by all the posters depicting several fictional characters that were on them.

Suddenly, he heard the door behind him open and his mind was immediately barraged by possible opening lines.

"I heard you're looking to fill the night guard position," a voice said.

Any tension Mike felt disappeared the moment he heard that voice.

"Charlie?" he said as he watched the employee he met just a few moments ago take a seat on the other side of the desk. "You're the manager?"

"Yes," Charlie answered, adjusting the glasses now on her face.

"How come you didn't tell me that before?"

"You never asked."

"Uh…"

"And before you say I implied that I wasn't, all I said was that I handle the day stuff which could mean anything. Anyway, let's get down to business."

Charlie picked up a sheet of paper from her desk.

"Did you graduate high school?" she asked.

"Yes," Mike answered in a prompt manner.

"Have you ever been convicted of a felony?"

"No."

"Can you work by yourself, but also work well with others?"

"I'm fairly certain I can do both."

"Are you devoid of empathy, understanding and the possibility of opening your mind to new possibilities?"

"No?"

Charlie silently dropped the sheet of paper, allowing it to float back down on her desk.

"Okay, congratulations, you got the job," Charlie congratulated.

"Really?" Mike shot a confused look at the young manager. He was baffled by how easily the job was handed to him.

"Yep. Now let me give you the grand tour."

Charlie led Mike out of the office and through the hallway, stopping in front of one of the many doors.

"You already met Freddy, Bonnie and Chica on the main stage, but behind this door is Pirate's Cove, home of our very own: Foxy the Pirate," she opened the door, allowing Mike to catch a glimpse of the main animatronic of Pirate's Cove.

The robotic pirate had reddish-brown and tan colored skin, short red hair, yellow eyes and a metal hook over her right hand. Also, like the species she's named after, the animatronic had possessed red fox ears and a big, red, fluffy fox tail.

"Here, she's tells Pirate tails and sometimes gets the kids to join her on a treasure hunt," Charlie explained.

"Sounds fun," Mike admitted.

"Yep. That's why she's one of the most popular attractions."

Charlie then led Mike out of the room and led him to a door across the hall.

"Behind this door is Mangle's cove, but considering she doesn't feel like performing lately, this part of the convention is closed," Charlie explained.

"Huh…" Mike said.

Charlie then led Mike to another room and pointed out another animatronic. Unlike the others he has seen so far, this one looked indistinguishable from a human. Her skin was a light peach hue and her hair a light brown. She wore a propeller hat, a blue and red-striped bra, and a navy blue skirt. Her baby blue eyes gave off an air of innocence and she her smile extended to her red blushing cheeks as she handed balloons to children.

"That's BB, short for Balloon Babe. Like you could guess from the first part of her name, she's in charge of handing out balloons and extra entertainment in the Games Room," Charlie explained.

"Are you sure she isn't human?" Mike asked.

"She's isn't. But it really is amazing how she can pass for one, right?"

After nodding his head in agreement, Mike followed Charlie out of the room and into one she calls the "Prize Corner." The moment they entered, Mike watched with amazement as an animatronic slowly rose out of one of the many prize boxes splintered throughout the room.

She had pale white skin, matching hair tied up in a ponytail, and pink and purple makeup. Her clothing was pitch black clothing with white stripes and also wore black hairclips. Mike watched closely as she reached behind herself and pulled out a small gift box. Like a puppet, her movements were wobbly and jerky, and did not change as she presented the prize to a child.

"That's Marionette, also known as 'The Puppet'. She mans the Prize Corner and makes sure no one steals the prizes," Charlie explained. "Cause of that I also sometimes refer to her a 'Security Puppet'."

"Huh," Mike replied.

"No comment?"

"Not really."

"Okay then."

Charlie led Mike back into the hallway and stopped in front of a door with a large sign plastered on it.

"'Do not enter'?" Mike read aloud.

"You don't really have to worry about this room right now," Charlie explained. "Anyway, that's 95% of tour."

"Why 95%?"

"I'd figure I'd show your office later when you actually use it."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense."

"So, I'll see you here again at closing time."

"Alright then."

Later that night, Mike entered the convention and found Charlie near her office.

"Hey, Mike," Charlie waved.

"Evening, Boss," Mike replied.

"You don't have to call me 'Boss'. Charlie's good. That's not going to be awkward for you, is it?"

"No. I can live with calling my boss Charlie."

"Okay then, let me show you to your office."

Charlie led Mike to his office and showed him to his desk.

"Here, you can monitor the entire convention through the security cameras," Charlie said. "All you have to do is watch these for several hours. Think you can handle that?"

"I think I can handle that."

"Okay. Oh, and you can daze off and play some games if you want. After all, who would want to break into an anime convention?"

After watching Charlie leave, Mike sat at his desk and got to work watching what the multiple cameras. An hour later, his eyes were instead glued to the screen of his phone as he read up on character analysis of his favorite fictional characters.

"I keep forgetting about the more subtle differences between Snake and Big Boss…" Mike mused. "Anyway, I should probably check the monitor, lest I want to get fired."

Mike switched to the show stage camera and his heart was immediately filled with dread the moment he noticed that Bonnie and Chica were missing.

"Wha-?! How did-?! I can't even watch cameras properly!" he scolded himself. As he started to switch through the various cameras he thought aloud, "Where could they have gone?"

"Where could have who gone?" someone asked.

"Bonnie and Chica," Mike replied. "I'm trying to see if whoever took them is still he-"

Mike immediately cut himself off, cautiously looked up from the monitor and turned to his left. His eyes slowly scanned the familiar blue presence that simply smiled at him.

"Hey, Night Guard," Bonnie cheerfully waved.

"H-Hey… BoNNIE?!" the sheer shock the animatronic's appearance was enough to make Mike fall out of his seat.

"Ah! Are you okay?!" Bonnie worriedly asked.

Mike jumped back on his feet and slowly backed away from her, "No! Yes! I mean… How?!"

"I know this has got to be strange for you… But, just so you know, there's no need to freak out," Bonnie said in a soft, assuring voice.

Bonnie took a step forward, prompting Mike to turn around and run… straight into the office wall.

"NIGHT GUARD!" Those were the lasts words Mike heard before everything went black. Soon the darkness faded and all he saw was yellow.

As he tried to get his bearings, he felt someone's soft, slender fingers course through his hair.

"Who?" he wondered to himself.

His question was soon answered as Chica's face entered his field of vision, looking down at him.

"Are you okay, Night Guard?" she asked.

Mike could do nothing but stare at the animatronic in front of him in disbelief. His attention was then drawn away from her worried face and towards Bonnie strumming away on her guitar.

"C.A.M.P.F.I.R.E.S.O.N.G. Song," she sung.

"SpongeBob?" he queried.

"Yeah. I'd figure a song from everyone's favorite yellow sponge would help calm you down," Bonnie grinned.

"I personally like the Fun Song," Chica happily added. "What about you, Night Guard?"

"Uhm… Goofy Goober Rock?" Mike answered, trying his best not to upset the two animatronics.

"Ooo… That was a pretty cool song for such a suddenly awesome moment," Chica replied.

"Uh…" Mike cautiously slid away from Chica's grip and staggered onto his feet. The moment he regained his stance, he was immediately knocked back down on the floor. Looking up at what threw him down, Mike found himself rendered speechless again the second he discovered Foxy sitting on top of him.

"Aye, Charlie found a cute one she did," she approved.

"S-Strong…" he fearfully mumbled.

"Ah, and he has an accent of an Englishman too." Her body shifted and her face moved closer to his; her sly grin doing nothing but unnerve Mike. "Are you here to be my First Mate too?"

"Oi, Foxy," Bonnie called.

Foxy promptly sat back up and shot a confused look at Bonnie, "What is it, BonBon?"

"We're still trying to get him used to us and I think you literally diving on top of him isn't helping," Bonnie explained.

"Aw, you're worrying too much Bon-Bon."

"Our track record says otherwise… And we don't want him running off like the others."

"I don't think we have to worry about that," Chica interjected.

"Why's that?" Bonnie asked.

Chica pointed past Foxy, allowing the other girls to notice that Mike was already gone.

"Did he already leave…?" Bonnie wondered.

"There's only one way to find out!" Foxy announced, springing onto her feet. "It's time to hunt down the new night guard!"

"That's going to freak him out even more," Chica calmly pointed out.

"Onward, mateys!" Foxy declared, before charging down the main hallway, leaving Bonnie and Chica speechless.

"We better find him before Foxy does," Bonnie said.

"Mm-hmm," Chica nodded her head in agreement.

Not too far away, Mike scoured through the halls, desperate to find a quiet place to occupy. Soon he came across Mangle's Cove and remembered how Charlie had told him that the attraction was closed. With no other immediate choice, Mike entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He then stumbled across the room to the stage and sat down, trying his hardest to process his current situation.

"Okay, Mike, you're in an anime convention where the attractions are alive. They shouldn't be alive, but they are," he thought aloud. "How…?"

The sudden sound of faint footsteps sent a chill rushing down Mike's spine. He immediately turned around to see what it was, but saw nothing but the stage's starry green curtain. He turned back towards the door, but when he heard those same faint footsteps again he looked back at the curtains, this time catching them slowly shift back into place.

He turned back towards the door, only to quickly turn around again to catch an animatronic peeking out of from behind the curtains. She quickly dived back behind the curtain, only to peek back out moments later.

She possessed white and pink skin, white hair, red blushing cheeks, yellow eyes and a pink ribbon behind her neck. Large white fox ears protrude from the top of her head and Mike noticed a big, white, fluffy fox tail with a pink tip swinging behind her legs.

Given the he had seen a similar appearance from some of the posters and the location they were in, it was safe to assume that he had encountered Mangle.

Mike could only stare at the animatronic in front of him, bemused by her strange behavior.

"Uhm… Are you okay?" Mike instinctively asked.

"No… I mean, yes, I'm fine," Mangle shyly answered, sinking even further behind her curtain. "I'm just waiting."

"For what?"

"For you to leave."

"You want me to leave?"

"No! I'm not saying I want you to leave… It's just... night guards don't usually stay the entire night…"

"Oh… I guess this place has had a lot of night guards?"

"Well, yeah… They usually leave before the night's over since we tend to scare them. Sometimes they say really hurtful things before leaving too…" Mangle looked away from Mike, her expression now resembling one of sadness. "One even called me an 'animatronic abomination.'"

"Ouch. That's a pretty harsh use of alliteration…" Mike sympathized. "…That must have really hurt your feelings, huh?"

"Mm-hmm… You're not going to say the same thing, are you?"

"Why would I do that?"

"Because… Aren't you scared too?"

"Hm… Well… I guess… I guess I am a little scared," Mike admitted. He couldn't lie how freaked out he was over the reveal of sentient animatronics, but at the same time, when he thought about the short encounters he's had with a few of them so far with a more clear head… "Still, I don't think you and the others are 'animatronic abominations' if that's what you're asking. I guess… Finding out that 'something' is actually a 'someone' is a bit to take in… And is a little paranoia inducing."

Suddenly, a loud beep sounded off in his pocket, prompting Mike to reach down and pull out his phone.

"My shift's over? I must have been out for a long time," Mike said aloud, jumping off the stage. As he proceeded towards the exit, Mike turned back to Mangle, "I'm… I'm sorry about the other night guards making you feel bad."

"Huh?!" Mangle could nothing but silently watch as Mike left her cove, surprised by what she just heard.

Meanwhile, Charlie walked through the front entrance, surprised to find Bonnie and Chica running around frantically.

"What're you two looking for?" she asked.

"Eh… Well…" Bonnie started to chuckle nervously.

"Another night guard, huh?" Charlie concluded.

"Well, we don't really know that… We still need to find him."

"Find who?" Mike asked.

"Find the new night guar…" Bonnie turned around, nearly losing her balance as she laid her eyes on Mike. "NIGHT GUARD?!"

"You actually stayed the entire night?" Charlie gasped.

"Only because I was unconscious for most of it…" Mike scratched the back of his head and glanced at Chica. "I probably shouldn't have said that."

Chica silently giggled to herself as Mike approached Charlie, "By the way… Did you know that the girls were 'alive'?"

"Yes," Charlie nodded.

"How come you didn't tell me?"

"You never asked."

"Eh…"

"And before you say that I never implied that they weren't alive, I never explained their roles as if they were just machines that needed to be watched."

"I don't think that needs to be implied. It's just a natural assumption that animatronic girls aren't usually alive in real life."

"…Anyway, now that you know the truth, are you still interested in being the night guard here?"

Mike crossed his arms as he pondered the proposal, "Well, this entire situation is strange and I'm still honestly a little freaked out over the girls having life but… When I think about, it's not like the ones I met so far meant me any harm. Plus, I really do need the money. Hmm… I guess it wouldn't hurt to work at least a few more nights here."

"Well?" Charlie queried.

"Huh? Oh, I'll continue working here if you'll let me," Mike replied.

"Okay then," Charlie dug into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "I didn't think I'd be handing these out again but here's your pay."

Charlie presented the check to Mike, who happily accepted it.

"You… You're really going to be back here tonight?" Bonnie asked.

Mike nodded his head, causing a smile to land on the blue bunny's face.

"You should probably go home now and get some rest, Mike," Charlie said.

"And probably get some ice for that bump," Chica added.

"Right," Mike replied, rubbing his head. "See you all later."

Mike walked out of the convention, grinning from ear to ear as he stared at his earnings. He was so filled with joy in fact, that he didn't notice that he was being watched from afar.

"How fascinating… That you of all people would be here…"