A/N: Umm, hello readers/soon-to-be-haters. This isn't the first story I've written, but it's the first one I feel is good enough to show you guys here at . I would like to improve, so reviews are appreciated, but not needed. Anyway, without further ado, let's get to this potential bloodbath- I mean, story:

Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 or Five Nights at Freddy's. Team Fortress 2 belongs to Valve and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.


Introduction

"Is this the place, mate?" Sniper asked.

"I don't know. Does it look like it?" Spy asked, growing tired of Sniper asking him that same question.

"How am I suppose to know?" Sniper quizzed, "You're the one with the map."

"It's a giant flickering place filled with giant dolls and singing." Spy responded, his forehead resting on his hand. "How can you possibly miss it?"

"The place probably closed a bloody 2 hours ago!" The bushman shouted back at him.

While Spy and Sniper bickered at each other, the other 7 mercenaries sat in the back of Sniper's caravan, waiting to arrive at their new secondary job.

"So, out of all the places we could've gone. We had to be work for some daycare place with robots?" Scout whined. He objected the idea from the moment it was suggested. But it was the highest paying one they could find that would allow trained killers to work for them.

"Ay, we're gettin' paid to sit on our arses as guards in a place for the kiddies." Demoman explained. "So what's the problem? We're gettin' free money!"

Scout rolled his head back and let out an exasperated sigh and immediately lolled his head back at Demoman, "Look, I don't want to sit on my ass all night long. I want to be a vigilante arresting crooks and beating the crap outta' people, ya know?" Scout explained.

"Look here, son." Scout craned his neck to see the rugged war hero. "You will sit on your ass or your ass will be on my foot!" Soldier barked. "Do you understand that, son?"

"All we have to do is work here for 1 week, and then we'll be back on zhe job." Medic added.

"Hey, fellas'." Engineer interrupted, "I think that's the place over there." The Texan pointed over to a glowing sign that read, "FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA"

"Is about time. Heavy is hungry." The Heavy Weapons Guy commented as he patted his belly and a rumble emitted from it.

"I'm pretty sure you'll survive out of all people." Scout mocked.

The 9 mercenaries got out of Sniper's camper-van and approached the door. Sniper grabbed the handle and gave a tug at it. "Locked."

Heavy smiled, he walked towards the door. "Heavy will push down door."

"I think not." Spy dismissed with a wave of his hand. He pulled out a paperclip and began to shape it. After numerous bends and twists, Spy examined it and gave a slight smirk. He then stuck clip in the lock and turned it, unlocking the door. Spy then turned the knob and pushed the door open, proudly.

"Woah, woah..." Scout looked in astonishment, "You can pick locks?"

"'Course he can, he's a bloody Spook." Sniper scoffed.

Spy ignored the comment and walked into the dark room with the other mercenaries following behind him. Inside, they were greeted by a dim-lit room with dining tables. On each table there were party hats and balloons. Over on the stage, the 3 animatronics lay in place. Spy and the others continued to march towards their security office.

The 9 mercenaries huddled into the small office. All the mercenaries looked around the small, messy room.

"Hey, look at this." Engineer called out. "They've given us our own earpieces."

"Yeah, which I don't need." Scout bragged, pointing to his headset with a smug look.

Suddenly, the mercenaries heard a ringing coming from the phone. After a few beeps, a message began to play on it.

"Hello? Hello? Uh..I wanted to record a message for you. To help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming. But I'm here to tell you, there's nothing to worry about. Uh...you'll do fine. So lets just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"

A few of the mercenaries nodded.

"Uh, lets see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. I-It's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike. Where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering the damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'

Bla bla bla, now that might sound bad, I know. But there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night..."

"Quirky?" Scout repeated.

"Shh!" Pyro hushed.

"...But do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for 20 years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night, too. So remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children. And we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh.. something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. They used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was the bite of '87. Yeah, it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"

Medic gave an slight smirk at the last comment. He put his hand on his chin, thoughtfully.

"Now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as the night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters...if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to..." The Phone Guy paused, like he was searching for the right words. "...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."

The mercenaries shot confused looks at each other.

"Um, now that wouldn't be so bad. If the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices." Scout's eyes widened. and Engineer looked gave a perplexed look at the recording.

"...Especially around the facial area." He added on, "So you could imagine why having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of..discomfort..and death. Uh...the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out from the front of the mask."

Medic's smirk grew bigger from this. Scout noticed the doctor's growing interest in the disturbing story and shot him a frustrated glare, but it went unacknowledged.

"Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power, alright? Good night."

All 9 mercenaries exchanged glares to one and other; some puzzled, some shocked, some curious, but they all knew one thing: Something wasn't right.


A/N: Well, that's the introduction done. In the next chapter: It's all about the Scout and his lovely encounter with the animatronics.