your dad was always repairing animatronics, unfortunately all of them were ALWAYS standing in your room. today... He brought a special sample...Animatronic of your favorite mascot... Fredbear.... Bloody fragments of someone's once frontal lobe were rotting in his jaws.

Your father: don't worry, sunshine. It won't attack you! Hah!

He said sarcastically and closed your door, leaving you alone with... You cannot even tell is it fredbear anymore...