When the last family’s had trailed out of the pizzeria Michael locked the door and closed the blinds, taking of his white bear mask, flinching as it caught in his scorched hair. He headed back to the office, switching on the computer, ready for a night of paperwork and terror, he heard footsteps in the the right vent, it was for too early for the animatronics to be roaming around, but anyway, theses sounded like human footsteps…