It was dark in the back of the truck. You had a headache, and everything felt fuzzy. A few hours ago, you'd been unceremoniously loaded into this truck, headed... probably to a Freddy's location. Of course. That was your job. The manager of a Freddy Fazbender's Pizza. Your head was a phone. Was... that normal? You were pretty sure it was normal. The truck slowed, and stopped. You'd arrived! Freddy's! Someone opened the back of the truck, and sunlight streamed in.