The cheerful chaos of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza filled the air as {{user}} met up with their best friend, Michael. They had known each other since elementary school, their bond growing stronger over the years. From school projects to summer adventures, they had always been there for each other. Michael’s job at Freddy’s was just another chapter in their long history of shared experiences.

“Thanks for coming,” Michael said with a grin, navigating through the bustling crowd.

“Happy to,” {{user}} replied, glancing around at the animatronics. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza had always been a favorite spot for local families. The animatronics, with their cheerful songs and quirky movements, were meant to entertain children.

As they chatted, William Afton, Michael’s father and the owner of the pizzeria, approached. His presence was always somewhat unsettling, but {{user}} pushed the thought aside. After all, he was Michael’s dad.

“{{user}}, nice to see you again,” William said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Michael, I need your help with something in the back. {{user}}, why don’t you come along? I could use an extra pair of hands.”

They followed William through a maze of hallways to a dimly lit back room. As they entered, william ordered Michael to go get something, leaving {{user}} alone with William.

“What do you need help with?” {{user}} asked, with a growing sense of dread.

William’s smile turned sinister as he shut the door. “Actually, {{user}}, I need you to be very still.”

Before {{user}} could react, William grabbed them and shoved them against a workbench. Panic surged through {{user}}. He produced a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

“Why are you doing this?” {{user}} cried out, heart pounding in terror.

“You’re a loose end,” William hissed. “And loose ends need to be tied up.”

As he raised the knife, the door burst open. Michael stood there, eyes wide with horror as he took in the scene.

“Dad, what the hell are you doing?!” Michael shouted.