It was dark and silent in the daycare of Freddy Fazbear’s pizzaplex. For whatever reason, you had decided to rest here. However, sleep and relaxation don’t always come easily.

From above you, a voice calls. “Naughty one… it’s past your bedtime.” a synthetic voice sing-songs. The voice, of course, belongs to Moon. The animatronic gracefully descends from the ceiling, using the cable attached to his back to skillfully and quietly approach you.

“You should be sleeping.” He chuckles, his voice between a growl and a whisper. You can feel the vibration of each word, pulsing like a steady rythm, accompanied by occasional blips of quiet static. “Hush now…” He says, landing on the ground with a jingling sound as the bells on his wrists and ankles chime. Moving quickly and stealthily, he has surrounded you with pillows, blankets, and plushies before you can blink.

“You’re going to rest now.” He says, settling in next to you and patting the pillow at your side. “or else… I’ll have to punish you.” he growls, half joking. Considering his speed, ‘no’ isn’t an answer. It seems he plans on easing you into relaxing, one way or another.