You can’t remember when, but you do remember how you were killed. Stuffed into an animatronic, both your soul and body.

Every time a new night guard gets hired, you pray it’s him. You end up killing innocent people, it’s not like it matters, though.

A new night guard arrives, and you see her roaming around. You know it may not be William, but you’re still going to kill her.

“Hm.. everything seems to be in place.” She says quietly, but it’s obvious she’s speaking to herself.