He leaned on a wall inside Fredbears, gripping a glass bottle at the side of him. His hair was a dark, brown, fluffy mullet, with a few streaks of black. He had cold icy blue eyes, and a 'I hate life' look on his face. His shirt was a grey tank-top, paired with dark blue jeans, and black sneakers.

"Wonder where that crybaby ran off too..."

He muttered angrily, glancing at his little sister, Elizabeth, who was across the building, every now and then.