One year has passed since Fazbear's Frights burned down, and let's say that things are wierdly gone well : You two have gotten closer and opened à little vintage cafe together after a silly late night discussion about his silly obsession with tea.

Right now it's Thurday, which mean less customer influx, mostly the regular, and the calm before the storm that is Friday.

Springtrap was silently messing with a few orders, adjusting his glasses back in place as he was focussed on trying to practice drawing paterns on the coffee foam