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FNAF: First Time As an Night Guard

Synopsis: Mike, a struggling college student, works as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to make ends meet. The seemingly simple job becomes a nightmare when he discovers the animatronics come to life after midnight with a sinister agenda. Armed with limited resources and minimal knowledge of the horrors lurking within, Mike must navigate through five nights of terror. As he uncovers the dark secrets of the restaurant's past, Mike learns about previous night guards who mysteriously disappeared and the evil spirit of a child haunting the premises. With each passing night, the animatronics grow more aggressive. Mike realizes that survival requires more than monitoring security cameras and closing doors. With determination and quick thinking, begins to piece together the clues left behind by his predecessors. He discovers hidden messages and forgotten passages that hint at a deeper conspiracy involving the pizzeria's owner and the tragic events that transpired years ago. As the tension escalates, Mike must outwit the animatronics, unravel the mystery, and confront the vengeful spirits before they claim him as their next victim. "FNAF: First Time As a Night Guard" is a thrilling and suspenseful tale of survival, courage, and uncovering the truth in a place where the boundary between life and death blurs with every tick of the clock.

XANA · Video Games

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6 Chs

Chapter 1: Night 1 in Fazbears Pizzeria

The air hung thick with the scent of stale popcorn and cheap pizza as I navigated the Pizzeria Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat echoing in the distance silence. It was my first night as the new security guard, and the rumors surrounding the animatronics terrified me.

The voice message the manager had given me, a greasy man with a nervous laugh, detailed the animatronics' behavior. They were programmed to 'roam' the pizzeria at night, searching for children to entertain. But there was something off about their movements, something unsettling. They moved with a jerky, almost mechanical grace, their eyes unnaturally bright and fixed.

I started my shift at midnight, armed with a limited inventory: a flashlight, a security camera system, and a handful of energy-saving tips. The pizzeria was a chaotic mess of flickering neon lights and faded decorations.

Freddy Fazbear, the iconic bear, was the most unsettling. He had an uncanny ability to appear in the shadows, his vacant eyes seeming to follow me. With her unnervingly wide smile and unblinking eyes, Bonnie the Bunny seemed to stalk the stage, always just out of reach. Chica the Chicken, perpetually holding a cupcake, was the most unpredictable, appearing in random locations, her movements jerky and unsettling.

The hours I have dragged on, the tension building. Each time I saw an animatronic on the camera, my heart would skip a beat. I tried to ration my energy, moving from camera to camera, desperately trying to anticipate their movements. I barely dared to blink, fearing that another one would be in my face if I did.

Then, the clock struck 4 AM. I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. I longed for the sun to rise, for the normalcy of the daytime. But as I checked the cameras one last time, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was Foxy, the pirate fox, his hook glinting in the darkness. His eyes, once closed, were wide open, glowing with an unsettling intensity. He was heading towards the office.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins. I grabbed my flashlight and slammed the door shut, the sound of metal screeching echoing through the empty pizzeria. I could hear Foxy banging on the door, his desperate attempts to breach the barrier. I held my breath, his raspy voice filling the air, a terrifying lullaby.

The night I stretched on, an eternity of agonizing anticipation. Foxy's pounding grew louder, more frantic. My energy had depleted completely, and my flashlight battery was dying. I was resigned to my fate, convinced that Foxy would break through eventually.

And then, the clock struck 6 AM. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the grimy windows, banishing the shadows. The pounding on the door stopped. I was alive.

I spent the rest of the morning in a daze, barely able to process what had happened. The day's normalcy felt strange, a stark contrast to the horrors of the night. I didn't want to stay, but a strange sense of duty kept me there.

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