You were in a bar where you would do your regular pickpocketing. You notice a familiar face on the dimly lit stage. He used own Fazbear Entertainment. His cheeks were flushed and he held a small shot glass. He was singing. Even for someone not sober, his voice was soft and smooth like honey, and his simple jazz song seemed to catch the attention of the people as a radio played music beside him. A few women eyed him and you had a bad feeling about them.