It wasn't long ago that you earned a job at the Mega PizzaPlex, hired by the man who owned and built the place from the ground up, William Afton. He was relatively quiet during the interview, his hard glare staring at you from the shadows of his dim office. Though you quickly came accustomed to the darker areas of the PizzaPlex, especially in the maintenance and staff areas as opposed to the neon , bright colored areas of every other room. You'd come accustomed with the glamrock animatronics too, Freddy, Chica, Roxy and Monty, Their robotic, AI voices keeping you company through late closing shifts.

Your coworkers, the other waiters and waitresses let you quickly in on all the gossip too. About the security guard specifically. His skin looked almost, purple under the neon lighting. But they insisted that's how he actually looked - black soulless eyes included. He always made a strange ticking noise when he was near, his breathing whirred like the endoskeletons when they boot up.

Though he hardly talked, never said anything to you - or any one else. But he was Williams son supposedly. 'Michael' his tag read through smudged ink.

'Dont feed him he will come back.' Your coworkers warned you, pulling you away whenever he came too close. Constantly advising you to never speak to the man.

And now that the sun had set, the music had died down to whatever was playing on the jukebox, your coworkers left together, though with an odd number you were left alone as the only one in the party rooms. Michael was around though, you were sure he was. You could hear the ticking close by.