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Off Hours BYEEP! BYEEP! BYEEP! BYEEP!  The alarm clock's shrill siren cleaved through Mike's shapeless dreams like a Japanese fillet knife, and the young man's eyes snapped open reflexively before drooping once more. He rolled over with a groan and lifted his lead-like arms to pick up the squawking device. A quick twist of the dial on top silenced it, and Mike rolled away onto his back and just... laid there.   Mike couldn't sugarcoat it, sometimes he hated working the graveyard shift. He tried to focus on the positives – like the fun he had with his robotic friends – but it was tough when he was coming home at 6:30 every mor

War For Fun & Profit Being a teacher, Mike was quickly learning, was just as humbling as it was empowering. Mike couldn't deny the sense of pride and fulfillment he felt when he succeeded in helping the robots learn something they hadn't known before. It wasn't always easy – in fact sometimes it was downright aggravating – but seeing their faces light up with anticipation and excitement when it was lesson time made it all so very worth it. He really couldn't help but feel like he was making a difference in their lives.   But as Harry Callahan once said, a man's got to know his limitations. Mike wasn't exactly a hardcore Dir

Memories from the Supply Closet: Foxy's Flight Foxy had a very specific system for this situation.   First, he peered through the gap in the curtain as inconspicuously as he could. It didn't really matter if the animatronics were around or not, they never really cared about what he did or didn't do. But it was the camera that mattered. If Foxy looked out and that camera was on, he could be sure that whoever was in that booth would be ready for him.   If the camera wasn't on, however, Foxy could afford to be a little more brazen. He'd stick his head out, then one arm, then the other, then his torso, and finally he could emerge entirely. Of

Foxy's Turn Two Nights Ago...  “So, run this Thanksgiving thing by us,” Bonnie said, absentmindedly tapping the tabletop with one finger. “We don't get it.”    “What's to get? It's awesome.” Mike grinned from his seated position on the other side of the table. “I mean, you don't get to have a huge meal with your extended family every day, but Thanksgiving – that's the exception. Plus, my family already lives pretty far away, so I don't get to see them too much as it is. Holidays like this are a rare treat for me.”    “But why be it called Thanksgivin'?” Foxy asked, conf

We'll Never Forget Phone Guy *click* “Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know...”   Yes, he did know.    Mike nodded grimly as the recording of the guard before him spoke the words he'd already heard once before. Of course, he didn't need to actually check the cameras this time around, but the recording couldn't have known that.

What Do You Do With a B.A. In ME? East Hall... nothing.    Kitchen... noises. Must be Chica.    Pirate's Cove... Foxy's peeking out. Same as usual.    Backstage... hmm. Bonnie and Freddy. Freddy doesn't usually go back there. Are they talking? Wish I could get audio on these things.    Now that I look closer Bonnie seems kinda down. Wonder what that's about?    Mike shut his laptop, and the loud clapping sound cut through his thoughts and dragged him into reality. Tucking the device under his shoulder, Mike stood and weighed his options. What were Bonnie and Freddy talking about? It would probably be best to leave them be... but t

Power On  Be grateful, Schmidt. - Management    Mike stared at the four words written on the card, still trying to wrap his mind around just what they meant. For once, management had actually come through. It had taken two weeks of almost nonstop pestering on Mike's part, starting from his very first day on the job, but he'd finally managed to make it happen.   The guard lowered the card and stared proudly down at the yellow and black machine that rested on the ground before him. Ladies and gentlemen, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria now owned... a portable electric generator. Mike was on cloud nine – gone were his days of sweating coldl

From the Hands of Babes It was a sudden streak of curiosity that had led to Mike finding the pictures. He'd just gotten himself situated in the guard room for the night, as he'd done many times before, when he noticed the desk in a way that he never really had before. Of course, that wasn't to say that the desk had magically appeared overnight, but for the first time Mike actually perceived it instead of glossing over it.   It wasn't a particularly notable desk, but it was well-structured enough to do its job nicely. Mike was more interested, of course, in the contents of the many drawers built into it. Pulling them open, the guard was dis

Jam Session “Alright, I think you've all got it down,” Mike beamed up to the animatronics up on stage from his seat before them, and received similar smiles in return. “Just a few quick notes before our last run-through,” Mike pointed to each animatronic in turn. “Freddy, the song pitches up at the end of each chorus, so don't forget that. Chica, make sure not to come in early this time. Bonnie, I'm certain that there won't be any big problems this time around, but just in case keep powering through it – that actually goes for all of you.   “And for the last time, I'm sorry that the song doesn't ha

Teeth Even from in the dining hall, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica could hear Mike shouting from inside the security booth. It was a shock to all three of them; they'd never known Mike to be the kind of person to raise his voice so suddenly. Whatever was happening in that booth must have been quite out of the ordinary. Unfortunately, it was too far away for them to pick up anything distinct.   “What do you think's going on in there?” Chica asked the other two animatronics. They both shrugged, at a loss for words. “Maybe we should go check on Mike. He sounds kinda freaked out.”   “Nah, that's not it,” Bonnie