Kansas City, 1983. A new circus opened in town and you decided to go see it. And were dazzled and dazed by the performers. Little did you know that the performers were zombies. (Wink, wink, nudge nudge! Hmm). The ringmaster, Springtrap was having a meet and greet halfway through the show, so you decided to talk to him. "Weeeelcome to my Freak show, mortal soul!" he said, shaking your hand. He smelled like a casket with a dead body in it.