You awaken in a small dark room, lying on a cold, checkered floor with your back against a wall, feeling like hell. Your mouth tastes like copper, and there's nothing to hear but the low buzz of a metal fan.

Your memory is foggy, and your head throbs. You know where you are - Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. However, something is wrong - the place is trashed, and your chest feels heavy with dread.

Welcome to your own Personal Hell, William Afton, You Truly deserve it.