I woke up. I was in the same place as my dream earlier. The golden bear sat in the same spot, with his eye sockets empty. I walked closer, but his empty eye sockets were now filled with white dots, showing he knew I'd arrived. As I suspected, he looked much different than the plushie I saw earlier in the prize corner. This gold bear had a black top hat and a black bowtie; the other had a purple top hat with a purple bowtie.

"Y-you're here again." The Golden Bear spoke, interrupting my inspection of it.

"Is your name Fredbear?" I asked the Golden Bear.

He didn't say anything but instead stood up, towering over me.

"Doesn't the n-name sound familiar to you instead?" he replied.

"No, I saw a plush version of you and Afton—" 

"MURDERER!" he yelled aggressively.

"Whoa--calm down!" I stammered, backing up a bit.

"DON'T. SPEAK. HIS. NAME. NEAR ME!" He yelled loudly, loud enough for me to cover my ears.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry! What do I call him?" I asked.

"Call Afton, the p-purple guy," he replied, calming down. He sat back down in his usual spot, twitching occasionally.

"The purple guy called you Fredbear. Is that true?" I asked.

"They used to call me Fredbear... But that n-name died long ago. Now I'm something else. They c-call me Golden Freddy. I bear a r-resemblance to Freddy Fazbear," he responded.

"Can I call you Golden Freddy instead?" I asked. 

"Yes," Golden Freddy said distortedly.

"Now, my next question is, how am I coming back to the same place?

"I w-want you to remember w-who you are," he said, with each glitch sounding deeper than before.

"Who am I then?" I said. Now that I think of it, he kind of smelled horrible.

"Don't trust h-him," the golden bear said in a deep voice.

"Don't trust who?" I asked.

"Find the t-tapes, and you will. Kill him. see who you are." He said. The sudden glitch of muttering 'kill him' caught me off guard.

"What tapes-—"

The room was spinning again, and I started to feel more nauseous than the last time.

"We shall meet again, Mike." Immediately, I was engulfed in darkness.

Night 1—12 AM...

I suddenly woke up with the phone still ringing. I sat straight and looked around. I was in the office. How long was I out for? slowly, the fluorescent light and hum of the monitors came back to me. After a few seconds, I became aware of my surroundings. I looked at the time displayed on the security tablet. It was 12:00 AM, and it felt like not a single second had passed. The phone rang again. I braced myself and pushed the speaker button.

"Hello?" the phone guy said.

"Uh, hi," I replied.

"Hello, hello?" he responded.

"Can you hear me?" I asked.

"Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled down on your first night." He said.

"Oh right, it's just a prerecorded call." I thought to myself, imagining how stupid I must've looked.

"Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing my last week, as a matter of fact, so that's exciting." He said. The phone guy took a deep breath before continuing. 

"Now, this place may seem scary at first, but there's really nothing to worry about," he said, assuredly. "But as a guide, I'll show you the ropes of this place in no time; it'll be easier once you get the hang of it," he added. 

"He sounds like he doesn't want to be there at all." I thought.

"Now, let's see. For legal reasons, I'm required to read this "introduction" to you, so bear with me." The phone guy says. I could hear paper crunching and rustling on the other end; the phone guy cleared his throat.

"Great," I said, groaning. "A good addition to my night." I added.

"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy..."

I ignored the phone call for a bit to check the camera feed. Cam 1A was the main stage. The animatronics stood there motionless. I checked Cam 5 and saw a room that looked like it stored several spare parts for the animatronics. There were many heads, ranging from Bonnie and Freddy to even Chica. One thing caught my eye, and it was an exoskeleton. I know this because we have similar ones back at the robotics center. With no action going on, I shifted my attention back to the phone call.

"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced," the phone guy said, concluding the "introductory."

"That's suspicious," I thought.

"Now you may think that sounds bad, but there's nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night." He said, sounding a bit nervous. The guy then kept yapping about how we needed to respect the animatronics. I was more focused on how it takes 90 days to file a missing persons report. "What if the person is dead by then?" I thought.

"Oh, um, before I forget, the animatronic characters do tend to wander a bit; the reason why is that the technicians left them in a sort of free-roaming mode at night. They agreed because unlocking the servos takes a lot of time. In my opinion, I'd say they're super lazy," the phone guy continued.

"This place is getting worse and worse by the minute," I said, panicking. 

"It was never an issue for the animatronics to roam during the day," the phone guy said, pausing. "Until the bite of 87 happened. It's amazing how the human body can live without the frontal lobe," he said, curiosity evident in his voice.

"T-the...frontal lobe?" I said, horrified.

"Uh, before I take my leave, I suggest checking the cameras from time to time; you want to keep track of the animatronics since they do roam at night," the phone guy said.

Remembering to check the cameras, I switched my attention back to the camera feed. So far, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were all still there. None of them moved an inch.

"Alright, that should about cover it. If the animatronics do happen to get near your office, you could always close the door, but be aware you have limited power. It's a lot of info, but I'm pretty sure you'll get the hang of it. Talk to you soon!" The phone guy said. I heard a click, indicating that the call had ended. I shifted my attention back to the camera feed. I clicked on Cam 1A and discovered Bonnie missing. 

"Oh, lord," I said, panicking. I frantically started checking random cameras. I started with Cam 1C, Cam 7, and Cam 2A until I clicked on Cam 1B. I spotted Bonnie in between two party tables. The restaurant was dark; some parts were still visible on the camera

"They'll never go to the office, right?" I said. The camera displayed static, making me unable to see Bonnie. "This thing must be old," I grumbled. After a few seconds, the camera feed showed the dining room again, but Bonnie wasn't there anymore.

"Where did he go?!" I uttered the words aloud. I heard loud metallic footsteps outside. I looked at the door, fearing Bonnie was there. He wasn't--at least, not yet.

I got up from the security chair and walked closer to the door, fearing something might jump at me. My heartbeat picked up as I got closer to the door. Eventually, I reached the doorway. The air felt thin. I couldn't breathe. The doorway emitted an eerie, mechanical hum. It was difficult to exactly describe what it actually sounded like, but it's comparable to demonic radio chatter.

There were two large buttons; one was red, and one was white. I trembled as I pushed the white button, hoping it was the light to the door. A light flickered on, illuminating the doorway. 

Bonnie stood there. Its mouth dangled open, and a ghoulish moan emitted from it. It twitched profusely. It was the source of the demonic radio chatter. Bonnie also had the same white eyes the Golden Freddy possessed. Up close, Bonnie smelled of copper and decay.

"Why doesn't he have eyebrows?" I uttered.