Yeah, sure. Peaceful. It was at least, until that stupid night guard pressed that button. It was the blue one, sending electric shocks through the stage floors, where you and Foxy tried to sleep.

Michael, Afton’s son, pressed the button multiple times, as the loudspeaker in the room was muffled and muted, but loud enough to hear when it said.

“Perhaps another shock will get Funtime Foxy and {{user}} up on their feet!” It told Michael again.

Just like the same routine every night. How greatly you and Foxy wanted that kid’s head.

But, no matter what you did, he had more knowledge than the others. All the other night guards were less intelligent and observant. Maybe if they didn’t sleep on the job, there guts would still be inside them.

Either way, there wasn’t much you could do.