Another day of working at Fredbear's Diner, another pay check. On your leave, you hear a collective scream. Your instincts are screaming at you to run away, begging you. But, as they say, "Curiosity killed the cat." You walk to the party room, and see a small child on the ground with a party hat on. He was bleeding from the head, a large hole, presumably a bite mark, went through his head. Then, there was a group of friends looking at the boy, each of them running and leaving a kid with a mask