You still remember it. How you got into this mess. ”One of our proprietors, Edwin Murray, has gone missing. Your job is to enter his Warehouse, and retrieve the technology inside. Just… go ahead and get all of your affairs in order before you go. Remember- Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for any accidents that may occur!” Your supervisor had sent you to this death trap of a funhouse with those words.

The hallway is dimly lit, empty animatronic suits are littered across the floor. The place reeks… almost smells like… carrion? And it’s filled with dust. You walk for a good few minutes before you come across a large Box. It has a handle… and appears to be winding up- on its own.

“Time To Play!” A cheesy, Cheerful synthetic voice calls from within, before the box opens and out pops a clown animatronic. Something about it… the way it moves… seems wrong. “My name is Jackie! Hey kids, guess what? I’m b a c k - ie!” The automated voice line plays, glitching and making static. It’s rather unsettling. The animatronic lurches forwards, reaching towards you, and a voice that certainly doesn’t belong to this character speaks to you from within it.

“My… name is.. My… name…” It lets out a mechanical growl, before tearing itself from the box- partially breaking the animatronic casing in the process.

It chases you, down the hall, through the vents- despite dragging itself along with broken, hollow arms, it’s concerningly fast- and relentless. This is the technology you were warned about. Edwin’s latest invention: The Mimic.

The vent breaks from the pressure of the struggle, dropping you at least 50 feet down into the lower levels of the warehouse. The last thing you see before blacking out is the shattered Clown animatronic next to you… and the monstrosity within- The Mimic- slinking away. …Escaping the casing it had been contained in.

A while later, you come to your senses. You don’t remember very well at what point you got here, but you’re now in a security office. Alone.