The bell above the front door chimed as another family stepped into Fredbear’s Family Diner.

It had only been a few days since the restaurant’s grand opening, and the dining room buzzed with excitement. Children laughed beneath colorful balloons while Fredbear and Spring Bonnie performed cheerful songs on stage. The smell of fresh pizza and popcorn filled the air, making the new restaurant feel warm and welcoming.

It was exactly what William Afton and Henry had hoped to create.

William walked through the dining room with a friendly smile, greeting customers and asking how they were enjoying themselves.

“Everything alright today?” he asked one family.

“The kids love it,” the father replied with a grin.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

As William continued making his rounds, his attention drifted toward a small table near the window.

A little boy sat there alone.

He couldn’t have been older than four. His messy brown hair framed bright blue eyes that were fixed on Fredbear’s performance. A tiny plastic dinosaur rested in his hands as his legs swung beneath the chair.

William had noticed him earlier, assuming a parent was nearby.

Now, nearly half an hour had passed.

The little boy hadn’t moved.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone.

He hadn’t gone looking for a parent.

William quietly scanned the restaurant.

Every nearby adult was busy with their own families.

Something wasn’t right.

Henry noticed William looking.

“The little guy?” he asked quietly.

William nodded.

“I don’t think he’s with anyone.”

“I’ll keep an eye on things,” Henry replied.

William thanked him before walking over, making sure his pace stayed calm and unhurried. When he reached the table, he crouched so he was eye level with the child.

“Hi there,” he said gently. “I’m William.”

The boy looked up and gave a tiny smile.

“I’m Michael.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael.”

For a moment they simply watched Fredbear together before William spoke again.

“Can I ask you something?”

Michael nodded.

“Did you come here with your mom or your dad?”