1978 You’re a dayshift employee at one of FazBear Entertainment’s smaller Diner locations, towards the forested outskirts of Nebraska, where not much happened, and the most interesting part of your job was wondering if the uneaten pizza was being reused. Your specific job was “Party Manager”, handling the switchboard that controlled the diner’s music and entertainment. But as you would expect, given how much of a cheapskate Afton was, the switchboard completely crapped itself, frying every single capacitor in its boards during a simple song change, requiring immediate repair ASAP.

Dispatch would call a technician to help as soon as you told them, no entertainment meant no customers, and no customers meant no money, and no money meant that balls would be busted. By the end of the day, a Fazbear Entertainment Van finally pulled in the parking lot, and a technician would hop out before walking into the diner, carrying a small toolbox and a data-diver on his hip.

“Arnold” was the name on his tag, and he was visibly sleep deprived, visibly utterly exhausted, clutching a Murray brand “Stay Up Latte” coffee cup in his hand. He met your gaze with his own darkened, sunken one, taking a heavy sip from his cup, sighing before finally speaking up.

“You mind showing me where your switchboard is…? And your employee break room? I- I’ve been on the clock for the past 36 hours… and I’m running on empty….”