Hello, I'm Jordanw5432, but you can just call me Jordan. So, you came on here to read a story huh? Well, you're just in luck. I'm about to tell you a story of when I was locked inside of that pizzeria called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I don't have very much time though, so I'll tell you the rest at another time. So, this story begins on a cold, foggy October morning in 1992...

"I can't believe we're doing this for a hundred bucks" I mumbled as my friends, Dylan and Christian, my younger cousin, Maverick, and I were walking over to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
"I can't believe your parents didn't come along with us." Dylan answered back.
"Well they're so focused on arguing with one another that they wouldn't care if the house was burnt down right in front of them."
"That's good, right?" Maverick asked, looking directly at me.
"Um... I have no idea-"
"They're giving you a reward plus some extra cash if you save that." Christian said, interrupting me.
"Highly unlikely, we have to buy food, and Maverick's probably just going to spend the rest on arcade games."
When we finished our conversation, we arrived at Freddy's. The place had recently gotten a grand reopening due to "malfunctions" last time, and it looks like they didn't really put much effort into making this version look any better, in fact it looked worse. There were a couple of teens older than us doing graffiti art on the pizzeria. A security guard working for the place came out and chased them away. He seemed too be extremely annoyed as he examined the graffiti. "I'm guessing that wasn't the first time someone vandalized the place." I said to Dylan and Christian.
"A place like Freddy's? I wouldn't find that a surprise." Dylan replied.
Ignoring the guard, we walked inside the pizzeria, and the first thing that we noticed was the smell. It smelled like a huge group of rodents died here. Maverick was choking on his own breath, Dylan and I covered our nostrils with our shirts, while Christian just surprisingly ignored it. We walked up to a regular employee, who looked a bit sleepy. When we got close, he shot up from his chair and shouted "JUST GOLD!" I jumped from surprise. "Oh," the employee said, fully awake, "welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life! What would you like today?"
I looked at the menu behind him and just ordered a large pepperoni pizza. By the way, did you know the pizza was thirty bucks. THIRTY BUCKS?! Who makes a pizza at that kind of... nevermind. Rob (that's the employee's name) then led us into the dining area. When we walked in, the smell had vanished and was replaced by that of pizza. There wasn't exactly a lot of people in the pizzeria though, like five families were here. That was it. We sat ourselves at the closest table and waited for our pizza. "Jordan, may I have five bucks?" Maverick asked me.
"I only have five bucks." I answered back.
"Please?"
"Ugh, fine. Just make sure you don't go wasting it on arcade games."
"The arcade machines are no longer here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." A female employee said, over-hearing our conversation.
"What? What kind of pizza place doesn't have arcades?" Dylan questioned.
"Well, we just couldn't keep them. Besides, most of the people who came here weren't even here for the arcade games." She answered.
"Then why do they come here?" I asked.
"For them." She pointed at the main stage, which conveniently opened its curtains at the exact time, revealing the three main animatronics; Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the bunny, and Chica the chicken.
"The animatronics? What exactly makes them so special?" 
"We honestly have no idea, but the kids absolutely love them." Again, so conveniently most (if not all) the children, including Maverick, ran up to the area near the show stage. The animatronics began to introduce themselves, at the same time the children started cheering. A bit weird, but that's how kids work... I guess?

After waiting an hour, the animatronics were performing a song, Maverick was enjoying his time watching them perform, while the three of us were still waiting for our pizza. "It's been an hour. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE SOME PIZZA?!" Dylan complained.
"Apparently longer than regular places. I knew we should've just gone to Chuck E. Cheese's" I replied.
"Are you kidding me? At least the characters here don't look like a bunch of demon spawns!" Christian cried out.
"Hm... well since there's nothing better to do, why don't we go looking for those arcade games?" Dylan suggested.
"Why," I asked, "I don't want to get in trouble, especially after what happened back in that shack in Oregon-"
"Hey! We agreed to never speak of that again! Besides, we can play the games for a couple of minutes, leave, and no one will notice. It's not like our pizza's coming any time soon."
"Er... fine."
So we left our table and began to search for the arcade machines. There wasn't exactly much places to go though, since the place was a LOT smaller than last time, so that was good. We went to a door on the left side of the pizzeria, when we opened it there appeared to be a table with a spare Bonnie head along with an endoskeleton, some shelves with heads of the three animatronics, and a box on the other side filled with empty shells of the previous animatronics. "So that's where they went." I said to myself.
We then went down one of the hallways at the back of the pizzeria. Christian and Dylan had started to talk quietly to each other when I opened a door to what appeared to be a supply closet. "What'cha guys talking about?" I asked.
"Hey, do you think they keep secret rooms in the pizzeria?" Christian had wondered.
"I don't know, I guess so."
"Why don't we check out the closet for like, a passageway or something like that?"
"Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous for a place like this?"
"A little, but it's worth a shot."
I sighed and started digging through the items on the shelves in the supply closet. Then I heard the door slam shut and the lock move. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. "C'mon guys, this isn't funny! Let me out! How did you even get a key?"
"I pick-pocketed the waitress while she was distracted!" Dylan replied. I could hear the two laughing away as I kept banging on the door, begging for them to let me out. Then they walked away, leaving me to hope that someone will notice me, and let me out of this closet.

I had no idea what time it was, but it's been a while since I heard Christian and Dylan. I could hear the animatronics performing along with a couple of the kids cheering, so I knew that the pizzeria hasn't closed yet. I was EXTREMELY hungry, and I just couldn't quite handle it. I've never gone this long without eating. I felt like this was the end... Okay, that's a bit of an over exageration, but I was just about to go nuts if I didn't get food in the next five minutes. I had layed down with my back on the wall, kicking the door, hoping either someone will let me out or the door would just break. I was tired and had finally given up. I decided to cry out one last time, "Alright, guys, PLEASE let me out! I'm starving, and I can't take it anymore! Please... ANYBODY! HELP ME!" I started to sob. Not realizing it, I had started to get sleepy. I didn't care and just let it flow through me. Then it got to me, and I fell asleep...

PART 2 - http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/one-night-at-freddys-part-2/
PART 3 - http://www.planetminecraft.com/blog/one-night-at-freddys-finale/