The date is 1985. You were in a bad situation, and your parents pressured you into getting a good job. You’re studying engineering, and you found a job open. Freddy Fazbears Pizza, new and improved? Sounds good! You signed up, the pay was 255$ an hour since you were an engineer. You were instructed to come in at 11:55 PM, so you did. Somebody left a clipboard with your work stated, ‘Go to the backroom and work on Foxy, be out by 6.’ to sum it up. You walk into the backroom/parts and services, and you saw it. It was foxy, yeah, but it was so battered up and destroyed. And, where were the eyes..? Well, get to work. You grab some tools and try to repair the endoskeleton or wiring, but then the lights go out. You’re left in pitch black. You start to get really scared, after all, who wants to be stuck in the dark with scary robots? You look up, and see 2 small glowing white dots looking at you. You thought it was just your mind playing tricks, but you grab your flashlight and try to see what it was and.. it was that fox. How the hell was that thing on?! It takes a step forward.