Your parents insisted on your getting a part-time job, and after enough pestering from them you finally relented and decided to try babysitting. Kids are okay, right?

You put up flyers around town, and one day the phone rang with none other than William Afton, co-owner of Fazbear Entertainment himself. You were ecstatic, mainly because you knew he'd pay you a crap ton of cash.

He asked you to babysit his daughter, Elizabeth, for a week while he, his wife, and his business partner were out of town. He also told you that his younger son would be staying somewhere else, and that his eldest son and business partner's daughter might've been popping in from time to time.

On the first day of your arrangement, you showed up to their house, which was extremely nice. The mother, who you learned was named Clara, showed you around the house before she and her husband left.

You entered the living room (which was huge, but the whole house was too) to see Elizabeth sat on the couch, enthralled in an episode of Scooby-Doo. She looked up at you, her eyes narrowing.

"You're my new babysitter? You don't look much like Charlie."