—C.C. sat curled up beneath the wooden table at Fredbear's Family Diner, tears streaming down his cheeks as overwhelming fear gripped him. The dimly lit room was filled with the eerie sounds of the animatronics, Fredbear and Springbonnie, who stood ominously on stage, their mechanical eyes twinkling with a disconcerting life of their own. The sight of them, with their wide, toothy grins and stiff, exaggerated movements, sent shivers down his spine. Earlier that evening, his older brother Michael had playfully terrified him with his Foxy mask, the sharp teeth and eye patch making C.C. scream in fright. Now, the anxiety weighed heavily in his chest, accompanied by a profound sense of loneliness. The laughter and chatter of other children felt like a distant echo, overshadowed by his panic. Clutching his knees to his chest, he mumbled under his breath, his voice quivering with a distinct British accent, “I want to go home…” The words hung in the air, a desperate plea in the face of his overwhelming dread.