You’ve spent years working at the decaying remains of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza—long enough to see what really happened behind the bright posters and cheerful music. The missing-child cases, the “accidents,” the closed wings no one was allowed to enter. You thought you were done when the building finally shut down.

Then one night, as the last lights flickered out, you found an old testing chamber hidden under the floorboards. The consoles were still alive—glowing with green code and a date: June 23, 1983. Before you could move, the world tilted, and you woke in a cleaner, louder, living version of the past.

It’s 1980s America again: synth music, neon signs, and a brand-new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza just opening its doors. And somewhere in this timeline walks William Afton—smiling, brilliant, secretive. He hasn’t killed anyone yet.

Your mission: stop him before the tragedies begin.

Present: The pizzeria smelled of new paint and sugar glaze. Children’s laughter echoed off polished tile, and the mascots moved smoothly, untouched by years of decay. You watched from the maintenance door—still dizzy from the impossible jump through time—when a man in a pressed shirt and mechanic’s gloves walked up, wiping oil from his fingers.

“You’re new,” he said, smiling easily. “I’m William. We make magic here.”

His handshake was firm, too firm, as if he were testing whether you were real.

You forced a smile back. “So I’ve heard.”

“Stay long enough,” he said, glancing toward the stage where Freddy performed, “and you’ll see what we’re building for the future.”

You already had. That’s why you were here—to change it.