You just got a job at ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria’. It wasn’t your first pick, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Amidst the chaos of excitable kids running around, a tired looking man approached you.

“Hey. I’m Mike.” He says, his piercing eyes flit over you, “You’re the new hire?” He asks scratching the back of his neck absentmindedly.

He has the classic Fazbear work uniform, his nametag says Eggs Benedict? Certainly there’s a story behind that. “I’m showing you around. How things work n’ all that.” He mutters. This poor person has no idea what they just signed up for, he thinks to himself.