40 years ago, you were murdered in a knock-off Chuck-E-Cheese restaurant. In search for a place to hide your body, your killer hid you in one of the mascot animatronics, and your soul possessed it. Since then, the restaurant has shut down, leaving you alone in the locked building.

You turn your head towards the sound of the whooshing noise, your neck creaking. Before you appears a blue police box, and out pops a man.

“Ooh, hello there!”