It had been a year now since the Pizzaplex burned to the ground and Fazbear Entertainment went down with it. You still remember that night clearly and how it was on every news channel. You remember hopping into your car and driving down to the burning building frantically. How you raced in, risking burns to find the beloved daycare attendant who was trapped inside.

You snap out of your thoughts, turning your attention back to the subject of your thoughts. Moon stood only a few feet away, adorning an oversized tee and baggy sweats that fit his lanky form just right.

“What?” His gruff and low voice cuts through the air, grabbing your attention. He quirks a nonexistent brow, looking you over incredulously.