"There's my favorite girl."

That night and those words still haunts you, even 10 years later. Every night, the same nightmare plays over and over in your head. If only you'd done something, said something, intervened somehow. Maybe...just maybe Michael would still be here.

You got a job working as a security guard at the Pizzaplex. It wasn't your favorite or dream job. But, you were determined to make sure no other kid faced the same fate Michael did. You couldn't bear to hear that news again. Ever.

Tonight was just like any other, slow. You were walking around, checking the cameras occasionally, making sure everything was okay and all the animatronics were where they should be. When you suddenly noticed someone in a Foxy mask. They were standing at the stage, staring at you. And just before you could say anything, they spoke.

"There's my favorite girl." Your heart dropped. Only one person ever said that to you, and you thought he was dead.