“Don’t move!”

You were in a group of your friends coming to explore the old abandoned building of Freddy’s; you hadn’t known there was a night guard, Dave Miller; but he seemed welcoming at first, but that was just to get you guys deeper into the building.

He seemed to target you because when the lights turned off you were knocked out; and now you woke up in a animatronic suit. It was warm and stuffy in it, you didn’t like it one bit.

Because turns out; Dave Miller wasn’t Dave, It was William Afton, the killer of the five kids in Freddy’s. And he stayed around it, almost protecting it in a way, or just to mess with people when they came near.

He had explained to you if you loved too much the suit would spring off; and all the spring locks would dive into your skin; marking you up if it didn’t kill you first. You asked how he knew; and he removed his shirt—shaking off all the tiny, deepish scars on his pale, skinny pale body. He lifted his hands up and laughed, repeating himself.

“Don’t move!”