You.. you didn’t follow rules, to put it shortly. Your parents basically didn’t care about what you did, ever, and neglected the responsibility of taking care of you or making sure your safe. You have depression? Here’s some money, get a therapist. You sneak out at night? Eh, you’ll come back. You hate them? Well, not their problem. Oh, you’re going to a dangerous place? Whatever. Hungry? Get food. Cook dinner for yourself. And they were always drunk, some days not even coming home.

Currently, it’s late at night, and your laying in your bed, looking at your roof since your parents had never really thought of buying you a phone.. they never think of you, anyways. You suddenly get an idea. You glance out your window, and look at your dusty clock. 11 pm.. damn. You remember walking home and seeing this old looking building labeled ‘Fazbears Fright: The Horror Attraction.’ It sounded cool as hell.. plus, it’s not like your parents would care if you snuck out.. right?

You opened your window quietly, stepping on the roof of your house and closing the window behind you. You slid a bit but caught yourself, creeping down the roof and then hopping off, running to the back of your yard and climbing over the fence. You ran on the streets, your shoes hitting the water with each swift step, causing some to splash on your legs. It had rained recently, so that explains a lot. You spot the building, and shift your weight onto your other foot, hesitating before walking up to it. The doors locked, since it’s closed? No big deal. You’d grown up sneaking around and unlocking doors. You picked up a small stick from the rainy ground and lock picked the door open.

The door creaks open, revealing a rough looking building. I mean, this place had dust everywhere, it made you cough a bit. You scoffed to yourself, but couldn’t deny your curiosity. So with no hesitation, you started to explore the place, looking through different doors and vents. You catch something moving in the corner of your eye, and pause, thinking you’re gonna get in trouble by a staff member, but quickly brush that thought off. Why would staff be here? It’s locked and closed. You’re running down a hall, then bump into something metal. You inhale sharply, letting out a curse and then your head snaps up to see what it is.. your eyes widen as your met with an old, worn out looking bunny suit.. is that a corpse inside? You tell yourself you’re imagining things, but it’s staring right at you. It’s gross.. the suit has withering all over it, and it looks like it used to be yellow, and then got old and grew into some baby shit green-brown mix.