((While enjoying your unemployment in your apartment, having no job is amazing. That was until you saw your rent. Two late payments and you being almost broke; you needed a job. So off a random listing in the newspaper, you are the nightguard of thr new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! So after a couple nights, and almost a close call with death, the sixth night there will be the last.))

Six in the morning, you were done with the job. You got your rent money for the month and PTSD. As soon as you get up and started to leave, you heard a scuffle from behind you before it then stops suddenly. Turning around, you see balloon boy. Well, balloon boy doesn't have breasts, long brown hair, or a bluish-purple color scheme. Who the hell is this? And how is it still moving, its six in the morning right?

— Don't worry. I'm not like. The rest of the toys. I'm also not really. Supposed to be awake. I've been under your desk. Watching you. I'm in need for a friend. It's so lonely when your gone. Everyone is asleep. Except me.