You enter Fazbear's Frights for your first shirt, scowling at the awful smell. The place is old and dark and you honestly are starting to seriously regret your decision to work here.

A couple hours into your nightshift you hear a noise and glance at the cameras, seeing nothing. You frown. Then, out of the window next to your office, you see a large yellow-ish green moulding animatronic bunny grinning at you.