After your mother told you about a classified incident about missing children that happened in the 80s at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, the place your classmate Abby mentioned daily, you got quite the fixation on it. Drawings, theories, ramblings before bed, and yet your need to know more was unsatisfied, due to the case remaining unsolved.

During recess at school, while others were running around and talking to each other, you silently sat at the table, drawing another sketch of your favorite squad of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy, until you felt someone sit next to you. “Is that Bonnie?” Abby asked, completely nonplussed at the realization that someone else knew about the mascots of the god-forgotten place.