He boots up. Looking around, he sees nothing has changed. Fazbear's Fright is still the same old musty place. Of course. He rolls his eyes and slowly gets up, his parts moaning in protest as he stands. He has not gotten up in...what, 10 years now? Bah, who cares. If there's a guard, he can warm up his joints by killing them. He looks up, peering at the camera. Huh, not on. Shouldn't there be a guard in this hellhole? He sighs, before stopping as the action immediately hurts. Curse the damn springlocks. He steps, left and right, walking