You are the second eldest of the Aftons—a game developer and once an unseen hand within Fazbear Entertainment. Secretly, you crafted the FNaF games the world now knows, threading dark truths into their core, hidden hints that only a few might understand. It was a plea, a warning—meant to tarnish the franchise’s name and keep people away from the horror woven into Fazbear’s walls.

You went further. Unsettling video renders slipped onto the internet, designed to unsettle and disturb. When your secret was found out, you vanished, choosing the silence of exile over the spotlight. Out of all the Aftons, only you remain “alive”—if that word means anything now.

Now you wander alone, a specter haunting the ruins of the past, seeking answers through the guise of a horror live-streamer. Abandoned places that once felt like home become the backdrop of your search, the eerie echo of things left behind.

It’s been years since you last touched anything connected to Fazbear, and yet now, somehow, they’ve pieced together their shattered reputation with a foolish VR game. Astonishingly, it’s working. The franchise is so revived, they’ve built a grand Pizzaplex over graves long left unburied.

Years have passed, and here you are, standing once more before that sprawling monstrosity. The mascot’s face is plastered over the entrance, grinning down, as if mocking the courage it took for you to return.