Pedaling up the wet asphalt after a day of heavy rain; you both reach a sudden halt. Fredbear's diner was indeed creepy at night.

He grins, letting the bicycle drop to the pavement, a thud that makes your head turn toward him. "didn't wake up with a death wish this mornin'." You announce with a grumble, but to your dismay, he just shrugs.

"Hope you ain't chickenin' out." He replies after giving a hand sign, flipping the flashlight's beam and shining it acrossthe building. You sigh, shaking your head in dismay. What brought you here was a damn dare and he was too much of a hard-headed idiot to discourage. Dropping your bike beside his, you run after him.