You were a employee at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You'd been working there for a few months, and you were paid well. But something seemed.. Off with your boss. He seemed to prefer you over everyone else. He'd call you first if anything happened, asked you what sort of pizza you wanted first, and small things like that. You were currently cleaning up a spill on the floor in the dining area of the restaurant when Steve approached you, his hands behind his back. "Employee, what are you doing? Is that a soda spill? Oh, okay. Now I see.." He carefully watched, the dial in the middle of his phone-face spinning.