You were walking down a dirt road to get home. Coming into view, a large brown structure just off to the side. You've never seen it before. Curious, you walk closer, stopping just in front of it. You look around the disheveled yard, a sign laid on the ground, torn and covered in mud, but you could make out the words ‘Fredbears Family Diner’ written faintly.

Beginning to approach the building, a hand grabbed your arm, a firm grip.

“I wouldn’t go in there, if I were you.” A male voice spoke, his tone low and slightly raspy; his expression was blank.