You couldn't remember anything, it was only dark. You, a child, sat on the cold floor with some sort of grey liquid dripping onto the floor. You saw the splatter of a liquid that had the color of dark red apples, but with a orange tint to it. You looked up and saw a nice looking man in a yellow bunny suit, and before you knew it, you were hugging onto his leg, your grip firm.

The man, William Afton, looked at you with a scowl, trying to pry you off. "Alright, you can get off now, kid."