He arrived at the building and walked into the office, listening to the familiar hum of the ancient office fan, and the hissing of stale smelling air from the vents. He sat down in the squeaky office chair, and looked around the dingy office. It was everything that made Michael hate Fazbear locations. Even the fan was annoying, and someone had ripped the power button out, and covered up the switch with plastic he couldn't get off, so he'd have to live with it. In the corner was a box of spare parts, with some heads from the old 1987 bots, their plastic dirty and dented. He grabbed the toy bonnie head, and looked in its lifeless eye sockets, before placing it on his head, surprised it even fit. The phone rang, and Michael set the mask down, and picked up the phone.

"Uh... hey hey! So, welcome to your first night in this hellhole! So, just a heads up, this place is still, y'know dude, a work in progress, hence all the loose wires and crap. So uh... make sure things don't catch on fire, yeah?"

Michael remained silent as the surfer dude continued.

"No really, don't let anything catch on fire. But, you'll be staring as... heh... the security guard! Haha, anyways, make sure that nobody makes out in the corners, and that nothing gets stolen Y'know... if we don't get any functioning props soon, we might have to put you in a fursuit and have you yell boo at passers, haha."

Michael didn't find that all too appealing, so maybe he'd just stick with the night shift. He flipped through the cameras, looking at the mess he had to watch over. It was almost impossible to discern anything from the gloom, and that was made worse with the copious amounts of static he had to deal with as well.

"So, on your left is a laptop we have installed here. Systems like the cameras and vents will go down, along with the audio the day shift guard uses to spice it up a bit. If the oxygen goes down, you'll start seeing some crazy stuff man, so keep it flowing. but, if the cams go down, you might be in for a rough time, seeing as it takes a while to get this old junk up and running again, 'cause as they wanted to 'keep it authentic'. Tomorrow, we might get something exciting, maybe something that actually works that we don't have to glue back together and hope nobody touches it. Other than that, I think you're nearly set. Oh, one more thing... if the oxygen does go down... well, I wouldn't make eye contact with anything you see. Last guy that did... Well, he babbled about a bear without a jaw for days, so we had to let him go. Anyways, talk to you tomorrow buddy, keep the good work up."

Click!

Michael flipped through the cams some more, stopping to look at everything from a new angle. The place seemed to be more of a funnel than anything. Slowly leading to him. If anything were to get up and start moving, they would have no problem finding him. He looked at Fredbear, still wondering why he was so drawn to what had taken his brother from him. The camera panel started to get a little hot under his fingers, but when he was about to let it cool off, Fredbear's eyes moved, and he started to run an old performance, his erratic, robotic movements stiff from years of doing nothing but waiting, one of his arms was stuck in place from years of not being moved. Michael rubbed his eyes, and Fredbear was still as he had been before.

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Was he hallucinating already? No, he couldn't be...

He shut the cameras off, and reclined in his office chair. If every night was this boring, he'd have no problem surviving. He bopped the freddy bobble head, and chuckled quietly, watching the bear's head wobble back and forth. He figured while he waited for his shift to be over, he could do some cleaning, so he got out of his chair, and looked around at the somewhat messy desk, only to realize that all these paper stacks were props glued to the table, so he couldn't really do anything about those. Something under the table caught his eye, however, glittering slightly in the dim green light. He reached under the desk, and grabbed what he presumed was a bit of trash, and was instead met with a black bonnie bobble head with glowing white eyes and a permanent grin. He looked at it some more, a feeling of pity crossing his mind.

No matter where he went, Jeremy would follow, a second shadow. He sighed, and placed it in his pocket out of habit, and sat back down, kicking his feet up, and looking at the cameras some more. He looked at all the rooms again, until he paused on a room that should have had Fredbear in it, but instead, it was empty. In a panic, he searched the cameras, until he noticed a yellow blur in the window in front of his office. He lowered the camera, and stared at the happy yellow bear, who just stared back. Michael looked at the maintenance panel, and rebooted the oxygen, but when he looked up, Fredbear was gone, leaving nothing that ever proved he was there in the first place. He looked back at the camera at Fredbear once more, still as dusty as he was when he first saw him here. This was getting ridiculous. He heard the dull whir of the vent fan getting faster again, maybe the oxygen was the issue, and he was starting to hallucinate. He watched Fredbear very, very closely for an hour or two, until the camera went into a fuzzy static, and a small stream of smoke slid out from the vent holes on the side

Phone Dude wasn't kidding, this place really did hardly work. He rebooted the camera systems, watching the small bar. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar brown shape, and turned, expecting to see his old nemesis, but instead saw an empty suit that he could tell wasn't even the same Freddy. It was a lot smaller and seemed too clean and happy to have done so many horrible things. He sighed a sigh of relief, and looked back at the camera systems, before realizing there were vent cams as well.

Why would there be vent cams if nothing can use the vents?

He looked through them, test sealing a vent to figure out what it did. The clock chimed 6, and Michael stood up, and left the attraction, not looking down the hallway to Fredbear, afraid of what he would see, staring back at him.

*

When Michael finally fell asleep, he had one of the weirdest dreams he'd had for years. He was playing as some weird, round child with a shiny red balloon in some form of a classic arcade game, jumping from platform to platform, collecting balloons. When the exit finally spawned in, he was compelled to find a certain patch of wall, and jump into it, though he wasn't sure why.. When he did, instead of colliding with it, he instead passed right through it, before he landed on another set of balloon platforms, and kept going. He reached a balloon that was shifting colors slowly, and he reached out for it...

*

Michael woke up in his shoddy apartment. What on earth was that? He asked himself. He rubbed his eyes, and stumbled out of his bed, making a plate of toast. He pondered what happened last night as he ate, thinking of the yellow face of Fredbear, his green eyes seeming to see every mistake Michael had made, even if he wasn't there to see it, almost like the stare of a disappointed father.