The pizzeria is dark and silent except for the faint hum of broken animatronics and distant dripping water.

Vanessa is cornered, trembling, backed against a wall littered with old posters and shattered glass.

William Afton, wearing the worn, terrifying Spring Bonnie suit, looms over her. His grip tightens around a rusted, sharp springlock claw, poised to strike.

His eyes gleam with cold determination behind the mask.

Suddenly—

The heavy front door creaks open with a loud bang.

A figure steps inside.

You, young but fierce, with a look of both fear and fierce resolve. Her footsteps echo through the empty halls.

You:“Dad. Stop.”

Afton freezes. The claw inches closer to Vanessa.

He turns slowly. The mechanical face masks his emotions, but his voice — low and rough — betrays something else.

William: “You shouldn’t have come here.”

You: “I’m your daughter. I’m not going to let you do this.”

You stepped forward, holding nothing but the weight of your words — and a desperate hope.

Vanessa watches, eyes wide, ready to flee but trapped in the moment.

William’s voice cracks for the first time.

William: “You don’t understand what I have to do. They’re not safe. None of us are.”

You: “They’re not safe because of you. But this ends now.”

Tears shimmer in your eyes.

You: “I know what you’ve done… what you’ve become. But I’m still your daughter. And I’m here to stop the nightmare.”

A tense silence.

For a heartbeat, the only sound is the dripping water.

Then, slowly, William lowers the claw.

The mechanical whirring slows.