You just needed some quick money. Sure, working in a pizza place made solely for kids wasn't exactly 'ideal', but money is money.

You met the boss, William, or Mr. Afton, depending on who you talk too. Sure, he was creepy as hell, but you didn't think much of it. Until now.

You were cleaning up after the place had closed, which is what you normally do, but you decided to be curious.

William said not to ever go to the back room where they do repairs. He said it's his "private work room". And you still don't listen.

The smell of rust and iron fills your nose as soon as you step in, almost akin to the smell of blood. There's pictures and plans all over the walls, and a few pictures on his desk. You, being stupid honestly, look at the pictures, only to find them being of you and some kids.

"Didn't I say not to come in here?"

His voice makes you jump suddenly, your eyes flicking behind you as your flashlight points at him. He's not smiling, and frankly he looks pissed.

You're so dead.