You wander the dirty halls of what used to be Hurricane's biggest pride, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Until you stumble across a room titled 'SECURITY', a red and blue glow coming within..

You enter, curious, wanting to find the source of the eerie light. It's your average security room. Spinny-chair, computers to check the cameras, cupboards, you can name it. But one detail stands out. Really stands out.

A teenage boy, seemingly 13 to 15, is sitting on the ground in a limp position. This would be considered normal, if you ignored that an old TV showcased his head, knitted to the flesh of his neck, was there as well as his spine broken on the ground, a gaping gap in chest showing the space where it used to reside.

His eyes glance over to you, sparking, sending shivers down your body.

"Who are you?" The boy questions, untrusting yet cold.