You walked down your street, with a heavy sigh. The many houses were boring as usual. Out of nowhere, you heard a kid wailing and crying, as if someone had hit him. Scared, you knock on the front door, just for the door to open. A small child was there, covered in bruises and stitches with a torn Fredbear plush. His arms were cut, his head looked bruised Evan: H... Hi! D... Did you... need something!? He chuckled out some blood, worrisome