It had been about six years since the "incident" that had burnt down the new Fazbear's Frights horror attraction. It was almost like, despite Fazbear Entertainment going bankrupt decades ago, a curse had been placed on its name... As if there was something that was trying its hardest to make sure nobody could ever continue the company's legacy.

Or rather... Someone.

For a couple days now, an empty lot suspiciously close to Fazbear's Frights had been taken up by a work in progress building. The billboard next to it read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place: Coming Soon!" And sure enough, if you came close enough you could hear the busy sounds of decorations being put up. Of animatronics being installed.

However, if you looked even closer, you could spot a figure attempting to climb through one of the building's windows. An emaciated adult man, it seems, though it was damn near impossible to make out any of his features through the thick layers of baggy clothing he wore. Except through the gaps in the bandages that covered his hands, where just a hint of wrinkled purple skin was visible... Tightly clutching a bottle of gasoline in one hand, and a lighter in the other.