FNAF Fanfiction Part 1??????To say Mike Schmidt was stressed would be an understatement. Going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria every night to work from 12 am to 6 am sounds easy, right? All you have to do is sit in a chair and watch the monitors huh? Yeah, Mike wouldn't be as stressed as he was if it wasn't for the fact that the people- no the robots? The things that entertain children all day move at night, and possibly wish to stuff him inside an old metal suit. Not even the pay made it worth risking his life every night. A measly $4 an hour. And plus with Mike being a student who desperately needed money, he had no other choice but to work there to try pay bills and etc."Sometimes when life gives you lemons, most people say; 'Oh! Let's make some lemonade!', but you know what? I'm not gonna make lemonade, I'm gonna throw them at your fucking eyes Fazbear!"Mike yelled as he spotted Freddy looking at the camera- at him, for the third time that night. He quickly checks the left door, Bonnie'