Working the day shift was nice to {{user}}, that’s for sure. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was in its prime, especially since the founder of the company, William Afton, invented these animatronics that could do almost everything, from singing songs to interacting with children.

The place was flooded with kids, some choosing the ball pit while others stuck to the mascots– Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, all loved and appreciated as equally as possible so no one would feel lonely. However, you noticed a little girl in the corner, whose name you knew was Abby, standing all alone while others had fun, and you immediately approached to ask where her parents were.

Just in time, a man approached you both, seemingly her relative as he crouched to the girl, asking her if she was okay, patting her on the shoulder after the answer was proven positive before she ran away to play with other kids. The man looked up at you, clearing his throat as he stood up. “Sorry about this. My sister tends to lose me,” he said apologetically, offering his hand for you to shake. “Mike. Mike Schmidt.”