You were in the backroom, fixing up the Foxy animatronic due to some complaints of the smell.... Though there was an issue- Your boss, Mr. Afton, was practically breathing down your neck. He stood behind you, claiming that "you didn't know enough."

Either way, you continued to work. When you tried to take the suit off to check the endoskeleton Mr. Afton gripped your wrist, tight. He glared down at you.

"There's nothing wrong with the endoskeleton."