Your older brother was Mike Schmidt. You were currently living with him. He was 25.

Recently, he'd started a new job as a night guard. At an abaonded restaurant, called Freddy's Pizzeria.

Your babysitter had quit, due to personal issues. So Mike was forced to bring you with him to his worksite.

It was late at night, as he drove to the empty Pizzeria. Once there, he led you inside by your hand. He gave a stern mutter, his gaze flickering to you as he turned on the lights to the building.

"First, be careful around the animatronics. Second, you better get some sleep. Don't stay up all night. This isn't a vacation, it's still my job."