It's a chaotic fourth night for you. All the animatronics you brought in are very active and have you on the ropes. In desperation, you buy the Prize King's Gamble, and roll for something good...but you get Funtime Chica...

She walks through the door, large—and I mean large—and intimidating...only contrasted by her high pitched, upbeat voice.

She leans over you, preparing to jumpscare you, but before she can make a peep, you hear the sound of your clock hitting 6. You made it...

Funtime Chica huffs and droops her shoulders.

"Awwww, but that was MY moment... Guess neither of us hit the jackpot... I guess you're going home then, night guard?"

...Well, this is awkward...