Five Nights at Freddy's: Springlocked

Prologue

Today was the day.

Today was the day Michael got released. Eighteen... long years.

He had grown tired of waiting. The eighteen years of his life were stolen from him by that.... Bear. He'd gotten used to listening to the officers talk about the goings on in town, and the one story that really interested him was the recent closing of that grubby old FazBear's location, although he would miss the old characters... well, except Freddy.

Suddenly, the gate opened and he was met by Officer Davis.

"Well, it's finally time to let you out. Michael, right?" The cop asked, staring Michael down.

Michael nodded, and stood up. He was really seeing the sunshine after all this time. It'd been so long, after all. He followed Davis, staying quiet.

He could feel the warm sunshine once he stepped outside, the fresh air against his face, whipping through his black hair, he'd almost forgotten what it felt like. But in the end, he was a little upset; he'd never get his revenge on Freddy or his crew, but it seemed they had been scrapped anyway. But from what he had heard, it sounded less like a scrap, and more like an... aggressive attack. they hadn't found anyone there afterwards though, just a pile of animatronics, all in pieces. Maybe that was for the best. Maybe... the nightmare would finally die with them.

12 YEARS LATER

Michael would open the door to his shoddy little apartment. He'd gotten his life back together ever since he'd left jail. He worked part time at the local McDonalds, serving up cheeseburgers and fries, since it was a reasonably paying job, and they didn't really care about his criminal record.

But that day, he was checking the newspaper, looking for anything interesting, and nearly spit out his coffee when he saw it... An ad application with a familiar face... It couldn't be.

"NOW HIRING! FAZBEAR FRIGHTS!"

Michael just stared at the paper in utter disbelief. They were, despite everything that had happened, skill kicking. He knew what he needed to do, however. He wasn't sure if he'd have to make up a fake name again, seeing as, well, a criminal record wouldn't be too good for his career, especially at one of Freddy's own establishments. He thought on a handful of names, before settling on a name that was as normal as he could get: Frank Noles.

Perfect. Certainly better than all the other ones. He looked around for his car keys, before going down to his beat up, hand me down car, and fighting to start the engine.

After a long, uneventful drive, he reached the parking lot of FazBear's Frights. Michael just stared at the face of the brown bear, who now looked more ghostly. He expected nothing more than cheap scares and bad props when he entered, but instead was met with a plethora of things he remembered. Foxy's head mounted like a trophy, the empty suits on stands, even some parts of bots he hadn't seen for years. Mangle was hanging from the ceiling, reminding him of... something he couldn't quite grasp, and the puppet was peering out from one of the vents. This place was a true recreation of his nightmares.

The leaky ceiling and matted carpet felt almost stained, and posters from old places hung on the walls, torn from age. On the walls were some drawings from children, probably now years older, but one stood out to him the most. A poster of a yellow rabbit, just like the one his father used to wear to entertain him and his siblings on their birthdays.

He was sure everything at fredbears was destroyed, how did one of those make it here?

He rubbed his eyes, and the poster seemed to change into a simple poster of Freddy, in an artstyle he'd never seen before. The bear was smiling his large, cheeky smile that Michael had grown so sick of. He wandered the halls, looking around at how... shoddily everything was put together. Wires were everywhere and in view, and the cameras were obviously way too old to be useful, and with the smoke machines constantly running, it was a wonder if anyone could see with them. Michael continued to wander, stopping to look at the relics, some of them in strangely good condition, like the almost complete Fredbear they had, who was standing in the corner. Next to him, was a space that said "coming soon!", with a picture of a certain yellow rabbit.

Michael felt odd whenever he saw that costume. Even around the teeth was a bit of reddish brown, a permanent reminder of his mistakes. He stared into its cold, unfeeling green eyes, and looked at its cheerful grin, with crimson stained gums and a slightly unaligned jaw.

Evan would've been a functioning adult by now if it wasn't for his-

The door opened behind Michael, and he turned to see a man younger than him, around mid-20s. He looked up at Michael, and took a drink from his fast food cup, before setting it down in Fredbear's hand.

"Hey hey, you here to take a look at the place, or you lookin' for a job?" The man said, his voice reminded Michael of that of a surfer.

"Oh.... uhh.... For a job."

"Yeah, a job. Nightshift is the only one open right now, we need someone to make sure nobody steals all this crap anyways."

Nightshift... perfect.

"So, you down or what?"

"I'll take it."

"Siiick. So, what's your name?"

"...Frank. Frank Noles."

"Alright Frank, you'll be showing up tonight around 12, just to make sure that nothing gets stolen, yeah?"

Michael nodded.

The other guy grabbed his drink from fredbear's paw, and walked off.

Michael just watched, and sighed. He wasn't even sure he could last another five nights, let alone 6. He continued to wander around, mapping out the place mentally, before he went back to his car, and drove home, dreading what the night would bring.