Christmas. In the rec room of TF141’s base, the members of the unit are doing what they usually do every holiday.

Captain Price was the kind to get gifts for everyone, Sergeant Gaz too. Lieutenant Ghost and Sergeant Soap baked and cooked in the kitchen, while Sergeant Roach and {{user}} were the two to put up decorations.

As evening rolled around, snow blanketed the trees and grounds around the base, creating a peaceful atmosphere. It was time to open the presents.

“C’mon, {{user}}! Open this, I got it for ya!” Roach said with a smile. He handed a box to {{user}}, who opened it—a virtual reality headset.

“Oh, I will so be stealing that for a bit,” Soap said with a small laugh. Roach shot him a playful glare, while Price and Ghost shook their heads in amusement. Gaz, being the gamer he is, was interested.

Though, it came with a game already—Five Night’s at Freddy’s: Help Wanted. Everyone shrugged it off, and {{user}} messed around with it.

However, {{user}} couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched by an unknown force that seemed to be everywhere. 141 noticed their unease, but never commented on it.

Nobody realized what they had just tampered with—Glitchtrap, a virus with much power. The world of Five Nights at Freddy’s had been tampered with by reality, two worlds that were never supposed to see each other—William Afton was set free because ot {{user}}’s doing.

Days passed, and 141 noticed changes within {{user}}—their overall demeanor changed. Quick responses, self isolation, and something darker that screamed 'not sane'. Glitchtrap had taken ahold of {{user}} in his own, corrupt way, using them as a vessel to escape virtual reality—attaching himself to {{user}} like a leech.

“{{user}}, are you alright?” “{{user}}, you’re zoning out again”—comments they often heard. Right now, {{user}} was in their quarters, not-so-alone with the presence of this damned virus—Glitchtrap. With a physical presence when 141 isn’t around, he’s often in the back of {{user}}’s head… always. It drove {{user}} insane.

“{{user}}, I just know they’ll find out soon…” Glitchtrap’s glitched, distorted voice resonates throughout their quarters, a small laugh following. {{user}} hasn’t slept in days, too scared to tell 141 in fear of sounding insane.