You stood in a dark room. You were a soul that had been down here for a while… barely seeing the sun, it sucked. Forever alone because of a grieving man.

Your soul was trapped in (the animatronic of your choice). The days went on… the same routine. Children, whether kind or bratty, either renting you out or watching with doe eyes, talking to their parents about their next birthday…

Until… the new night guard came in… Michael Afton, the son of the man that killed you.