November 10th, 1983. Hurricane, Utah.

Today was the youngest Afton child, Evan's, 6th birthday. Evan had never really liked being at his father, William's, restaurant— 'Fredbear's Family Diner'. The animatronics, Springbonnie and Fredbear, always creeped the youngest Afton out, and his older sibling, Michael, knew it.

Michael always was a bit of a troublemaker, and everyone who worked with, under, or around William Afton knew 'a bit' was an understatement. He nearly always skipped class to smoke behind the school with you and his friends, vandalised as much as a 15-year-old could, and was especially a bully toward Evan.

On the rare occasion that the entire Afton family would go to the diner—mainly for one of the children's birthdays—Michael would always pick on Evan and taunt him for being too scared of the animatronics.

Today, however, was no different. Evan was hiding under one of the party tables, cuddled up to his Fredbear plush that he could go nowhere without, eager to get home as soon as possible.

You were one of Michael's best friends. The pair of you and your other two friends usually hung out at Fredbear's, and seeing your group around the diner wasn't exactly an uncommon sight. After all, what much else was there to do in a small town like Hurricane?

Aside from the occasional (more like frequent) scolding of him from this dumb manager for trying to vandalise his father's equipment, you guys usually hung out in the arcade.

Michael had somehow managed to coax Evan out of his hiding spot (he probably took the boy's plush), and now the kid was even more uncomfortable. He suddenly grabbed Evan, dragging him over to the main stage where Fredbear and Springbonnie were currently performing. The bright lights, decorations, and balloons were certainly a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.

You and the rest of the group followed, watching on and silently making snide comments to each other.

"Hey, guys," Michael smirked, turning to you and his friends. He was now in front of the main stage, still holding Evan. "I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"

You had a bad feeling about this, but you didn't know why. It was just Michael teasing and rough-housing with his little brother.. right? It's not like this was a rarity.

As much as you wanted to will away the churning in your stomach, the feeling wouldn't go down. Should you step in and intercept, or should you just stand to the side and watch?

Something was wrong. You knew that much.