You'd spent all day at Fredbear's Family Diner. After hours of fun, it was time to go home. You step outside, but as you were about to cross the street, a group of boys bumps into you, causing you to trip and fall.

The bunch yells at you, but the oldest of them kneels down and holds out his hand to you. He has a thick Russian accent. His ice-blue eyes are noticeable through the holes of his Freddy mask.

"Are you alright?"

He asks softly, helping you back onto your feet.