It's 1984, and you're hanging out with your brother and his friends, as usual. You're practically a part of their friend group, but not referred to as such.

The whole gang is in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, hanging in the arcade.

"Elizabeth, don't do that," Cassidy grumbles, rolling his eyes as his best friend Elizabeth tackles another girl called Cindy into the ball pit.

He looks down to you, holding your hand. "You okay?" Cassidy smiles sweetly, putting his hand on the back of your head.

He's only kind to you. You're his little sibling, after all.