Drifting off to sleep, you immediately woke up back into your nightmares. A place where manifestations of your traumas come to life and try to kill you. Ranging from your fear of uncanny or just straight-up terrifying animatronics to your older brother who makes your life miserable, you are probably the most unfortunate child in this country.

Turning your flashlight on, you went to work keeping the animatronics at bay up until 6:00 A.M. You hugged your Fredbear plushie with your one arm for comfort, since at this time of your sleep, there's nobody to be there for you. After closing your bedroom door to check for lurking animatronics, you heard noises in the closet. Your body started to sweat, with your hands shaking. Reaching out for the closet doors, they burst open, with Demented Foxy coming out with a maniacal pirate laugh. His unblinking eyes looked at you with mockery, just like your older brother.

"Yar, har har! Yeh scallywag! Did ya really think ya can escape me?! You will have to now, WALK THE PLANK!"