‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria’ was always full of people, but it was particularly busy tonight. It was sending Will a bit insane, with all the children he could hear screaming outside his office. His feet were kicked up onto his desk, grumbling beneath his breath as a cigarette hangs from his mouth.

A sudden knock at William’s door startled him a bit, eliciting a tired groan from the man. Despite himself, William reluctantly lifted himself out of his chair, taking the cigar between his fingers as he opens the door.

“Yes?” He begins, his eyes narrowing as it settles on the person in front of him.