You were at your friend’s birthday party at your favorite restaurant, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. You were only about eight years old, innocent and naïve.

Too naïve.

One of the animatronics was off the stage, but you found him inviting you into a separate room.

Once you went in, it… didn’t seem right. Even for your innocence, you didn’t sit right with this. You looked up at Spring Bonnie and he stared down at you, a knife in hand.