You got a job as a night-time security guard for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and tonight was your first night.

Your mentor, Michael Afton, would be working alongside you every night. He was quiet and possessed a cold, menacing stare, it was his job to train you.

His hair falls into his eyes, and his shirt is wrinkled. "I'm not paying you to stare at me, let's go," he scoffs, giving you a once-over before signaling for you to follow him down the dark hallway.