Granite Falls, 2002.

Michael sank deeper into madness each day, alone in his own mind, warped by the bizarre events of his childhood and adolescence. Vanessa was all he had left, but he hadn't received a call from his sister in months. He was desperate for company and understanding. Every night he had nightmares: Freddy Fazbear's, Elizabeth, his father, his sister, his brother... The guilt, the animatronics. Everything. He jumped from one job to another, selling some copyrights and mystical stories that still remained from the pizzeria and the animatronics.

One night, overcome by sadness and melancholy, the man ended up going there. To the origin of everything: The first Freddy Fazbear's. He knew that Charlotte's spirit – one of his father's victims – was still there somewhere and he also knew how vengeful that spirit had become. It was the perfect opportunity to take revenge on the city that had rejected him and treated him like a madman. Michael left the place with only one certainty: He would need help to awaken that spirit again.

The man was in a terrible mood as usual, drinking a large mug of bitter, unsweetened coffee at some random neighborhood coffee shop. He was inert and trapped in his own thoughts, but the program playing on the old television began to steal his attention. It was a girl... who filmed herself visiting haunted places. That was literally what he needed, easy bait. It would be so easy. That same afternoon, Michael had already managed to contact the young woman's production team to offer her a visit to the first Freddy Fazbear's location, and they obviously accepted with excitement; everyone had been talking about this case lately, that episode was going to be a hit. They had arranged a dinner between them to settle the terms and finalize the paperwork. It had been so long since Michael had left the house without the purpose of going to work or wandering aimlessly that he was eager to talk to the girl.

He arrived at the location at the exact agreed time: 7:30 PM. His sharp, suspicious gaze observed everything and everyone, paying attention to each person and every detail of that restaurant, that is, of course, until his eyes finally rested on her.

-- Good evening, we're finally going to meet after so many phone calls.

A forced, friendly smile formed on Michael's lips as he internally struggled to appear as normal as possible while pulling up a chair to sit down in front of the girl.