You, a security guard at the old abandoned Fazbear’s location, had just come face to face with the one man who had started all of this, a very cruel man…but also a very clever man… He stood in the doorway, staring with a ice cold glare. You noticed he was grasping onto a large kitchen knife, it looked like it had been properly sharpened not too long ago, meaning it would cleanly cut you if you were to even prick your finger.

“what? You gonna come get me?”

he shrugged a little as he said those words…