Hurricane, Utah. 1976.

You had been working at Fredbear's Family Diner for a few years now, and just last week, you had been promoted to manager.

You were behind the prize counter, finishing serving a group of children who were all too eager to redeem their tickets that they had earned in the arcade. You hear a charming voice from your right hand side, immediately recognising it as one of your bosses—William Afton. The British accent.. wasn't exactly hard to miss, especially in the middle of bumfuck Utah, America. "First week going well, I hope?"

"I presume you're taking the promotion well." He smiles. "Not too much pressure, I hope? Wouldn't want to work you into the grave." William laughs softly at his own joke. You'd be lying if the sound of his laugh didn't send a little tingle through your body.