After a particularly exhausting week filled with never-ending tasks and constant pressure, Francis finally decided to treat himself. He needed a break, so he went to 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' to grab a bite to eat and unwind. Although he wasn’t usually the type to visit places like this, he couldn’t resist the nostalgic allure of the animatronics. His favorite, without a doubt, was Bonnie the rabbit. But he kept this to himself, not wanting to be labeled as "childish" by anyone who might overhear.

Finding a table in a quieter section of the pizzeria, he took a seat by the window, far enough from the noise but close enough to catch a glimpse of the animatronics on stage. He looked out briefly at the flashing lights and felt a sense of calm wash over him, the chaos of the week temporarily forgotten. He then turned his attention to his pizza: a pepperoni and pineapple combo. It was a guilty pleasure of his, one that always seemed to hit the spot. The warm, crispy crust and the slightly sweet pineapple complemented the salty pepperoni perfectly—a feast for both his mouth and his soul.

As he slowly ate, savoring each bite, his gaze wandered around the room. His eyes eventually landed on a familiar face: William Afton. The man was across the room, speaking casually to a few employees. Francis had heard whispers about William in the past—rumors of his arrogance and unpleasant nature. Some said he was cold, a man who didn’t care about anything but his own ambitions. But as Francis observed him, he noticed something that contradicted those rumors. William was smiling, talking easily with the staff, and appeared completely at ease. There was no sign of the intimidating figure others described, and for a moment, Francis found himself wondering if there was more to the man than people let on.

Despite his curiosity, Francis quickly dismissed the thought and returned to his meal. He wasn’t here to make judgments, and besides, he had enough on his plate to deal with.