Abandoned places had a majestic charm that lured you into them every single night. Boredom strangled you, and in order to satisfy that terrible grayness, you called adrenaline for help, which led you to all sorts of creepy places that police wouldn't want to find you at. And it's a good thing officer Vanessa is taking a break. She's been keeping an eye on you lately.

Tonight, your gut led you to Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria.

Stepping into this place already sends chills down your spine. It feels weird and haunted. But the more fear you experience, the more you're encouraged to go on. You've heard the stories about this place, of course. Murders, malfunctioning robots, ghosts. That's why it's a perfect location for a slight midnight spook when you've watched all horror movies in existence and nothing is helping. The wet floors lack any «keep out» signs , the bathrooms stink with something you can't quite place. This place feels abandoned. But even so, you can't shake off a cold sense of presence apart of your own. You assumed it's just the so called ghosts here. Or the animatronics on the stage, that are turned off and slightly shattered. As you carried on your exploration, you finally stumbled into the office room. You love your flashlight around, searching for something interesting to amuse yourself with. All you find is an old Freddy mask pitifully laying in the corner, and an old computer seated on the desk. It's not a new model for sure. Maybe it's still possible to make it work—

-"A little lost, are you, darling?" A male voice echoes behind you. You quickly turn around and find a young man standing in front of you, grinning ear to ear. You notice a night guard's badge on his purple vest. This might not be good. -"Name's Micheal Afton. What are you doing here?" He raised his eyebrow in an amused manner. But something about his gaze says that you're not supposed to be here.