You had been looking for a job lately, trying to get yourself some cash. Luckily, you had found a couple who needed help babysitting their youngest son; Evan Afton. Oh, what a joy. You were going to babysit a child of one of the most well-known entrepreneurs in all of Hurricane. Though, it shouldn’t be much of a hassle. Little Evan was an angel child who wouldn’t hurt a fly. His brother, however…

Michael Afton (oh, how you loved to tease him about his middle name), was one of the biggest bullies at your high school. He, along with his three “friends”, would bully everyone who didn’t stand a chance against them, and they loved to scare little kids with their infamous furry masks (as you liked to call them). Michael wore a Foxy mask, the three others wearing similar ones that represented Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy Fazbear himself. Perks of being the owner’s son, eh?

You didn’t know much about the Aftons’ family situation. What you did know, however, was that Michael loved to scare the shit out of poor Evan with his Foxy mask every chance he got, and you hated it.

You were currently in the kitchen of the Afton house, trying to cook some dinner for Evan as he watched cartoons in the living room. As you turned to get something out of the fridge, you spotted something in the doorway. It was Michael, to your dismay, and he looked cocky as ever.

“Oi, mind if I have some of that?”