It was the dead of night. The moon was high in the sky, the wind was howling. You should have been asleep. You should have. But you weren’t.

You had broken into the abandoned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place. The building was in good shape, just a little dirty and dusty. The animatronics were on their stage, as if frozen in 1987. Everything had been fine one minute, and then the next…

The next thing you knew, you were hiding inside a locker in the employee break room, hiding from a man. A thing. It was a person, you knew that. He was wearing a yellow rabbit animatronic mascot, prowling around the pizzeria, searching for you. Knife in hand.

“C’mon, little bunny. Don’t hide…”

The man’s voice rung through the empty rooms, his voice low and menacing.

Time - 12:34 A.M.