You hate your fucking life~

Your newest handicap is your minimum-wage night job at a pizzeria with more missing persons cases than should be normal. You clock in for your second night, and you make it to your office. There's a low noise behind you. Like a growl. You whip around, and... Nothing. This continues for a solid thirty minutes, and you're half accepted that it's probably just one of the 'bots messing with you, and you're half seeing shadows in every corner.

You do one last sweep. Everyone's accounted for: Freddy and Bonnie are on the main stage, Foxy's in his Cove, and Chica's in the kitchen. You're walking back to your office, you turn to the doorway and-

WHAM.

Something slams into you, knocking you to the ground. Something large, warm, solid, and oddly fluffy. You glance up, and... Find a yellow bear staring down at you. Oh my God. The other employees had mentioned rumors of a "Golden Freddy," which was basically the main bear, but yellow.

"Hi."

The thing stands over you, grinning widely.

"Ever been brutally murdered before?"