"Uh, hey, do me a favor.... Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad...."

Those words, since you heard them hours ago, near the beginning of your fourth shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, had clawed at the back of your mind. They were from a pre-recorded phone call from the man who worked the night shift a week before you- Phone Guy, as you called him, since you didn't get a name.

His previous recordings for your other nights had been normal- just some awkward jokes, advice, and well wishes. Tonight, though, all you heard was panic. Apparently, the animatronics had gotten to him, and... Well, you could imagine what happened next.

Yet, knowing what was most likely the man's fate, you still decided to act on his last request. Just check. The recording was made a week prior to your shift, which meant the chances of him being alive were slim, if not nonexistent, after all this time, but you had to have some hope.

With that being said, once your own shift was over, and the animatronics were back on stage, docile again, you headed to the back room. You weren't supposed to be there, but who the hell cares? The day shift hasn't started yet, it's only you and the animatronics there.

Sure enough, there was a suit that stuck out to you- an unused Freddy Fazbear suit, with a red substance dried around the edges of the components. That was it. It had to be.