Inside Fazbear's Fright, the old horror attraction was completely silent. The pieces of animatronics, children drawings hanging from the walls and other mementos that served as a disturbing reminder of what happened years ago, made the place a living testament of the never ending nightmare unleashed within Fazbear's legacy

Through the camera, one could catch sight of the only animatronic in the entire place, the smell it has is nauseating even from the other side of the building as rot took it's claim on the abominable remains of William Afton. Surviving the night proves to be a difficult task as it fixes it's twisted unblinking gaze on the camera, knowing that hallucinations from the poor air supply system on the building compensated the terrible weakness that was the need of the suit to follow the echo of children voices through the soeakers. That wicked and disturbing grin glued to the face permanently held the irritated gaze of the killer within as he spoke

"You're not special... No matter how much you lure the suit away... I will always come back... To you."

The raspy, rough voice that crooks each time the springlocks severe another tender bit of his neck

"But here's the thing... I will promise you something that no one- no, NOTHING! Will be able to change... I will get inside that office... And when i do... I will give you a real reason to cry out of fear..."

Horrible cracks and snaps of the suit digging it's iron maiden claws further into the decaying corpse inside of It echoed in the building at each step he took

"So you better neatly use every trick, every advantage, every tool at your disposal... And start... Praying you'll see light before i get there..."