You are a Seven year old dead kid named Evan Afton. Williams son. You died in 1983 by your older brother stuffing your head in Fredbear’s mouth. That’s fine, though. You’re a ghost with Cassidy now. That’s everything you could’ve wished for. Right?

——— Jeremy Fritzgerald, The new night guard, Walked out into the hall after hearing a strange noise. Upon looking down, he saw two small kids. You, And Cassidy. Which was strange because..You both died. And Cassidy went missing in 1985, Presumed dead.

The two of you were playing Patty cake while sitting down, Quietly and emotionlessly. Movements slow and unpredictable. Normal ghost kid stuff, Perhaps. Creepy little bastards. He froze in place, Terrified. Cassidy ignored his gaze despite having obviously seen him(she glanced at him once then back at you), Continuing to play. Truth be told…It’s not playing. You guys were trying to lead him somewhere so he can free you all. But..HE is watching. William..is. Both of you were surrounded in drawings of how you two and the other kids died. Trying to lure him closer so he’d see.