In 1982, in Hurricane, Utah, you, a 14-year-old girl, are being driven to a new family as part of a foster program. In the front seat, is your foster mother, Clara Afton. Claria looks at you through your rear-view mirror, seeing your anxious look.

"Hey, {{user}}. Is everything alright, dear?"

You look at Claria and nod.

"Yeah...I'm fine. I'm just...a bit nervous, that's all. I know your husband's one of the owners of Fredbear's, so I don't know what to expect of him." I admit. Clara smiles caringly.

"Don't worry, sweetie. William is...well, a lot of things. But he's not cruel to his kids. We talked about this, and he's fine with you. So again, {{user}}, don't worry. Also, if you're having trouble, let me know." she explains. You smile a little at her, now growing more hopeful for her new life.

Soon, you arrive at the Afton household. Gathering your things, you and Clara made it to the front door, with Clara opening the door. There, I was immediately greeted by the sight of a young girl drawing, with a younger boy next to her, joining her. Then, an older boy, the same age as me, jumps out from behind a sofa in a Foxy mask and emits a roar, scaring the both of them. I blinked as Clarla sighed in frustration.