-Shard's P.O.V-

I groaned and slammed my palm down on the alarm button, sighing I got out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen. I poured myself some chocolate milk into a bowel of Krave cereal, I sat down at the table and ate while looking in the morning paper for jobs. Something caught my eye:

Help Wanted!

Night watch for freddy Fazbears pizza!

12pm to 6pm

250.00 per week

What could go wrong?

I dead panned, if surviving through high school was hell this would be my big break, taking out a sharpie marker I drew a circle aroung the ad and got dressed. I headed out to the garage where I kept my bike, I unclipped it and sped off towards Freddy's pizza. I arrived outside the crumbling pizza place, damn it looked old, I gently pushed open the door to be greeted with screaming children and singing robot furrys. I smiled as I came here when I was young, until something happened in 1998 when the pizzeria shut down for no apparent reason. It moved and got new robots, my favorite was Mangle in kids cove and when she got pulled apart I was the one who helped put her back together. For a nine year old then I was pretty smart then.

It had been ten years since I last came here at age fifteen in 2005, this place had changed a lot since Golden Freddy was now part of the two groups of robots singing to the children. Two genres of robots and a new golden bunny robot who was helping Golden freddy's act. I walked over to the door that read 'Boss' on it, knocked once and entered.

-(time skip)-

I entered my house, feeling satisfied that I had got the job although the boss had seemed somber when I asked for the night shift. I shrugged to myself and went upstairs to catch some extra hours of sleep, for I could be a night owl when I wanted to be.

-(another time skip)-

I swerved my bike I to the parking lot and clipped it in, I unlocked the building and speed walked towards the office. I saw a huge gaping hole in the wall and saw the office, I entred and sat down on the swivel seat. A ringing started up, I looked over at the phone and picked it up. I listened to the phone call with increasing paranoia, I can understand now why the boss was so somber, this person killed people for fun. That deserved a trip to jail, but as the call went on I discovered that even policemen died in here.

I shuddered and, holding the phone between my sholder and ear, I proceeded to check to cameras closest to me so I could be sure he was as far away from me as possible. When he didn't turn up I checked the cameras furthest away from me and saw him, I gulped as he came into view; he was tall, a bit over seven feet; he was wearing a 1998 style security outfit; his cap read 'Security' but what got me were his eyes; they were completely black with a little white where the pupil was. The very gaze caused me to nearly wet myself, now I knew why people stayed away from this place during the night.

He suddenly began to walk, I followed his progress through the cameras, he was about to turn into the corridor that lead to the office when I put the tablet down. I looked around for some means of defence and saw a mask lying there, I picked it up and put it on, fiddling with the straps in order to adjust it so it could fit me. The light flickered and I lay very still, the mans eyes focused on me, he gave a snort of irritance and left. I waited for five minutes and took the mask off, I looked at it and saw it was a resemblance to Golden Freddy, smirking for I knew I had a defence.

It went on until about four in the morning, I was snacking on some sweet bread that I called poffin after my favorite game, when Mike (for I'd seen his name tag) entered the room. I flipped the mask over my head in a bored fashion, Mike looked around for a bit and picked up a piece of poffin. He nibbled it and I bit my tongue in order to prevent myself from laughing, he ate it and looked for more. I let out my best Golden Freddy laugh and he glared at me, I pointed to the other bits, he ate them as well. Well at least someone likes my cooking.

He looked around for more, boy he was hungry, I gave him a sympathetic look and got up. He followed me to the kitchen where I set about making him more poffin, I had to be careful as to not let my mask slip off for he would kill me then. At about five the pooffin was cooked and ready, he ate about five of the ten and offered the rest to me, stunned by this new kindness I took one. I gave him the rest as he needed them more than I did.

The bell rang to signal the end of my shift, Mike sighed and walked off, probably back to where he came from in the first place. I slipped the mask off and smirked. I had achived the 'impossible', though a combo of care and cooking (I cracked up when I though this.) When the boss came in he was shocked but pleased, he told me everything and I promised not to tell anyone. When he asked how I achived one night I just said, "The impossible can always be broken down into the possible"

I went home and got some shut eye for about the whole day, waking up at six in the evening in order to make breakfast.

But little did I know that this night was to be more heptic than the last one...