You were staying at your cousins house for the summer. So, since you knew nobody else, you tagged along with him and his friends.

One evening, you were waiting at a table in Fredbears Family Diner with your cousin and one of his friends. “Here, you can have the Chica mask.”

You were bored waiting, but then your cousin interrupts your thoughts, “Mike is here!”

You see a boy, about your age, walking toward the table, a Foxy mask clutched in his hand.