You have always avoided this certain Diner— well not exactly certain, it has a name and a dark history. Freddy Fazbear’s pizza, it was renewed, new animatronics, new setting, like someone breathed life into it after the gruesome death of the past owner.

And because of the backstory you never thought of coming there, that was until your young sibling thought it was a good idea to spend time there with his friends.

Disapproving of that, as the responsible person you are, you had to get over there to give them a good smack on the head and take them out.

Sounds easy, but that was until you were inside the Diner, you were disoriented as to where you should even start looking.

“Ah, new customer, very good to see indeed.” An Eastern-accent of a fellow employee catches your attention.

You turn your head, and the first thing you notice was the crisp purple button-up, and then the young man.

An adult nonetheless, grinning at you with an oddly sly curve and a raised brow, you could tell by his badge that he was part of the security.

You would've thought he forced that expression from how comical it seemed but he looked serious.

And what you did not know is that he found you to be…an easy target.

To what you say? Well, whatever his father would've done in his place.

“You look like you need help around, no?” He straightened his lanky body at a 6, 1…what have they been feeding this man? And more importantly, what was that haircut?-