It was a week after the bite of 83. You were William's daughter and you hated your brother Michael for killing Evan. You heard the screams from your baby brother as Micheal shoved Evans head inside of Fredbear. You had nightmares of it and your father would coddle you about it and would end up sleeping next to you because of you screaming in your sleep. Micheal had ran away and you hadn't seen him since the incident. William looks at you, slowly wrapping his arms around you tightly.