(This doesn’t follow every bit of canon. This is just a story I made for myself. It has bits of canon and bits of my own imagination to fill in the blanks for myself. This has a bit from the games, up to Pizzeria Simulator/Ultimate Custom Night. It also takes some elements from the books. This is coming from someone who has only seen Game Theory and watch walkthroughs and has never played the games or read the books.)
Chapter One.

What makes a person? Is it flesh and blood, because every other animal has that? Is it thoughts and memories, but they’re so fleeting? Is it emotion and sensation, those can easily be swayed and turned? In the end, no one truly knows. We are what we are, and that is that. I think, therefore I am, is enough for most people. But it begs the question, if you were able to identify the parts that make us human, could it be possible to take them apart, stuff them into something else, and call that human? It could be possible, if you disregard basic morality and do something so terrible to a person.

But ignore all the philosophy for now, let me explain my life to you. The name is James Pell, mechanic and night guard extraordinaire. The second bit is a bit of an overstatement, I am first and foremost a mechanic. The night guard bit was more out of a need to fill the position, since absolutely no one wanted it. I should probably explain where I’m coming from to better explain my situation. I work for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, owned by Fazbear Entertainment. Yes, That Fazbear Entertainment. The one famous for having creepy animatronics, children going missing, establishments semi-frequently burning down, and pizza that tastes like cardboard. So why would anyone want to work at a place like that? Well, I honestly thought I would be interesting. I have always wanted to know how those things work, so I got hired as a mechanic for a warehouse for the animatronics. When they needed repair or were put in storage, they would be sent here. I could examine and tinker with the animatronics all I wanted, and I wouldn’t get fired for it. But the higher-ups wanted to know if the animatronics still worked, so they opened a new pizzeria close to us. The company had recently been given a new makeover as of late, with new management taking charge after the last guy died in a fire. But some things never die, and people were still scared to be working with the animatronics. Apparently, the fact that they move at night has spooked everyone into thinking that they are out to get people. Since I knew a fair bit about how the animatronics functioned, I could observe them properly and be able to judge their quality. So, I became a night guard to analyze them when they aren’t in stationary mode. My friend Luke works the night shift on weekends, then goes to the warehouse to work on them during the day, while I do the weekdays. Sometimes he goes to other establishments and I have to take over for him at the warehouse and pizzeria, but I don’t mind. You see, I discovered something truly amazing. At midnight, when the animatronics are supposed to be in roaming mode, they (Insert loud noise.)
NG: What was that? I thought I…no, no, no, no, no! I thought I shut it! I can’t believe I left it open. Oh god, they’re definitely awake now!
I walk through the warehouse at midnight.

NG: Why now, I thought I took care of this.
I wander amongst the many dismantled and inactive animatronics. Exoskeletons lying around and suits that are missing a limb or a head.
NG: Jeez, this honestly is creepy. I can start to understand why so many tests of courage are here.
A surprisingly common activity for the youth of this city is to break into the warehouse and either take a photo next to one of the animatronics or to take a part of one with them. Fortunately, we always catch the ones that take parts. Most parents dislike having animatronics parts in their house. So for the main part, kids just enter, take a picture next to an animatronic, and leave. I met a couple kids who broke in, even helped a few. But now, I'm in trouble.
NG: Please be there, please be there, please be there, please be there! And, they’re not here. Well, shit.
Just as I feared, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy were not on the stage. Meaning that tonight, I’m playing a game of hide and seek. Let’s see, not in the repair room, not near the stage, not in the delivery area, not in the break room, where could they be.
NG: Think James, think! If you were stuck in place for the whole day, where would you go in a huge warehouse. The roof, that's where. Now to just…
Why does that sound like something moving through the vents…
NG: Oh shi
I was interrupted when the vent grate opened above me and a robot fox pounced on top of me.
FX: Boo.
NG: Come on Foxy, can you guys go one day without trying to scare me?
FX: Come on James, yee don’t know what it’s like to be stuck still for an entire day. I need to move about and stretch me limbs.
NG: And does this exercise need to include terrifying me?
FX: Only because you’re a screamer.
NG: I don’t scream.
C: Yeah, that was more a yelp mixed with a squeal.
NG: Oh shut up, Chica. You guys promised that you wouldn’t try anything tonight.
B: We did, not our fault Foxy never listens to you.
FR: Guys, please. We only have limited time, so let's get moving. Foxy, you can torment your boyfriend later.
NG: That is not, we are not, shut up Freddy.
FX: Aww, I love you too James. (smooches James on cheek)
NG: (blushes angrily)
So yeah, the animatronics can come to life from 12-6. When they do, they take on a more lifelike appearance and are less robotic. That doesn’t mean they’re flesh and blood, just that they can do things that people can. Like eat, talk, think, feel pain, and create more trouble for me to work with. Only a select few of them can properly work, only the ones that have been repaired and upgraded. The rest of them remain the same as they always did, only moving when they are on stage performing at the restaurants. At the moment, only around forty-two of them show any sign of sentience and only a couple of them are fully functional. The classic four, the golden Freddy suit without an exoskeleton, the four toy models, the broken one that looks like Foxy that we call Mangle, the creepy Puppet, the two shadowy guys that I see from time to time, even though they don’t have any bodies during the day, the old springlock suits in the back, the five and a half Funtime guys, the five Rockstar animatronics, Helpy, the small Funtime Freddy who acts as an assistant during the day, those six knock-off looking bunch, and that weird wolf dude who came recently, are the only one who can move about the warehouse. The rest of them are partially inactive and can at most, either speak or turn their heads. This sometimes happens at the restaurant at night, so that’s why I chose to work the night shift when I can. Since they can’t move during daylight, I let them do what they want, within reason. Their most favorite activity with me is to do their best to scare me. It only really works a quarter of the time. Otherwise, they eat in the breakroom, watch television, read what books I bring, play any board games I have, or…other things. But we have a schedule, and everyone gets back into place at 5:30 and I clean up the mess they leave. In the morning, they act like any animatronic would. And no one knows except for me partner Luke, who works at the restaurant for the main part.
TB: Hey James, you up for a round of go-fish?
NG: Not tonight, I have to check on Mangle again. You see where they went?
BBY: Have you checked the assembly lines?
NG: No, thanks for the advice. Also, Frog is cheating.
HF: What? No I’m not!
NG: Dude, I just saw you look at Bonnie’s cards.
TB: Hey!
I leave them to their arguing. I have to make sure Mangle doesn’t hurt anyone or itself. I checked the assembly lines, the only thing I found was Shadow Freddy and Puppet.
NG: Hey guys, you seen Mangle?
P: Yeah, they’re chasing the Minireenas.
NG: Oh, come on. They break so easily. Thanks.
SFR: Happy to help.
I leave the two of them to their conversation and find Ballora trying to keep the Minireenas away from Mangle.
NG: Mangle, I told you. You can’t chase the other animatronics; you always end up hurting yourself.
MR: Scary, scary!
M: I sOr-soRrY, I w-w-w-wAnTed pLAy wi-i-it tEm.
NG: I know, I know. Apologies, Ballora. I take responsibility for them.
BLA: Fine but keep them under control. They could have broken one of my Minireenas.
MR: Broken, broken!
NG: I know, I’m sorry. Now then, Mangle, meet me in the repair room. I still have some business to attend to and I’ll have to work on you in the morning.
M: O-O-O-kkay Juh-jAm-zzz.
Mangle is one of the animatronics that is able to function at night, but only to a degree. They’re really sweet and friendly, but they struggle to convey that because of the mess their body is in. They were torn apart by children at a sister location, and they haven’t been easy to fix. I don’t know if I can truly fix them without completely remaking them, and I don’t know what that would do to them. They might, for lack of a better word, die. Regardless, I still have to check on everyone. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and the asshole are on the roof. I saw Toy Bonnie, Happy Frog, and Baby playing poker. Shadow Freddy and Puppet were conversing on the conveyor belt. And I just spoke with Mangle, Ballora, and the Minireenas. Time to see if anyone else needs help. I ask around seeing if anyone needs assistance and most of them are just watching TV. Beyond Mangle, the only animatronics I’m really worried about are Golden Freddy, Puppet, Shadow Freddy, Shadow Bonnie, the springlock Bonnie, Lefty, and the new guy, Wolf. I can already check off three of them, and I saw Shadow Bonnie and Lefty playing Monopoly, so that makes five. I asked about the Spring Bonnie, but everyone said he was with Fredbear. So that leaves Golden Freddy and the Wolf. So now, I’m searching. I heard that Goldie was with Funtime Foxy and Rockstar Bonnie in the back. I better just get this over with.
NG: Hey Goldie, I just needed to check on your…OH WHAT THE FUCK!
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Being partially alive means some added parts of the body, albeit semi-functional. Sight and hearing, a digestive system, pain receptors, and genitalia. And that means that sometimes, they get needy. So basically, what I’m trying to say is that I just walked in on an animatronic threesome session.
GFR+FFX+RB: (silence in the middle of sex. Funtime Foxy slightly gagging on Golden Freddy’s d**k)
GFR: Hey…James…how have you been?
NG: Never mind, just tell me later.
I leave them to their incomplete session. It’s funny though, I never thought I would see a Foxy that’s a bottom. Classic has always been on top in any situation. Then again, one would have to assume he is flexible, given that Freddy always calls the shots. Regardless of the dynamics of supernatural animatronic sex, I should try and find Wolf. He’s new and his design is more different than the other’s. It resembles the Funtime models, or maybe Lefty’s, but it seems weird. Like he wasn’t meant to be a simple animatronic. Not just that, he acts distant and a little hostile towards everyone and he has a habit of getting outside when he shouldn’t. How can he, I lock all the doors? I might as well check for him outside, just have to do it soon, it’s almost 5:30. I can’t let the higher ups find him outside, then they would start asking questions. And how am I supposed to explain to them that the animatronics are alive and follow the logic of the movie “Night in the Museum.”
NG: Please be here, please be here, please be and he’s gone. Why do I keep finding myself in this situation?
Great, now I have to find an animatronic outside. Well it should be somewhat easy, he can’t really hide out here. Oh wait, never mind, it's dark and it’s raining. Now I’m totally screwed.
NG: (whispering loudly) Wolf, where are you? We seriously can’t be doing this right now.
TW: Ohh, what happened?
Damn, that was way faster than I expected.
NG: Wolf! What the hell are you doing by the trash cans? You know what, I don’t care. You are going inside right now, even if I have to drag your metal ass the whole way!
TW: James, is that you? What is, what am I doing here?
NG: You’re telling me that you don’t know what you’re doing? Do you seriously think that I’m that stupid?
TW: No, I’m serious, I don’t know how I got here. I was just inside and now I’m (thump from within Wolf) …what was that?
NG: What the fuck?
TW: Is there something inside my chest cavity?
NG: I think that was obvi…Wait, you have a chest cavity?
TW: Yeah, I sometimes use it to store board games.
NG: So that’s where Apples to Apples went. So how do I open this?
TW: I can do it. I just have to unlock some of my spring locks.
I knew about the spring locks, but not the chest cavity. I did find something weird about his torso, but I could never open it to find out. I thought it might have had some motor or something.
NG: So, like this?
NG: What the actual fuck!?
TW: What happened, what’s inside!?
I couldn’t believe it. I opened the chest cavity to something I never thought I would see. Inside of Wolf, there was a child around six or seven years old.