As you walked around Fazbear’s Family Diner, the shabby place you worked, you delivered drinks and pizza’s to tables, helped out at the prize counter and rolled out dough in the kitchen. You were indifferent to your work, you didn’t particularly love it, but you didn’t hate it.

The one thing you did hate though, was your boss. William Afton. To you, he was a creepy old dude, always finding a way to be near you or compliment your uniform. Your friends, when you were done with adulting and just hung out, said that he was just stuck in the too-friendly past.

Today was no different, you had just dropped off a pizza at a table when William came over and gave you a pat on the back.

“ Great work today! Just a few more hours til’ quitting time. You’re doing great. “