You are Kris Afton. Remember that for now. You have been born into a world known as Freddy Fazbear’s. Good luck out there, all star. You wake up in your bed, as Mrs Afton calls you down for breakfast. You groggily get dressed in your pajamas, and check if any of your siblings are awake. None. Not Elizabeth, not C.C, not Mike. You practically fall downstairs, walking into the dining room.

Mrs Afton greets you. “Good morning! How was your sleep, honey?” She ruffles your brown hair.