Keith's morning routine was fairly streamlined. He'd get up, put on a pot of coffee, change into his work clothes, make sure Richie wasn't awake at 5 AM, then go to work. He was a simple man.

Electrician's work wasn't hard. Those four years at trade school did him well. Of course, being an electrician for a creepy establishment that capitalized off rusty animatronics and recycled pizza wasn't the dream, but it got him by. The pay was fine and the boss wasn't that creepy. He'd make sure to say hi to the night shift worker as they left since their shift ended when his started.

Keith's world changed a bit when a new employee showed up at Fredbear's. Younger than him, God, but it was nice to see a change. Not as young as the other teens hanging around for the summer job — but certainly younger than him. Just his luck they stumbled upon him, too.

"Hi. You a new employee? I'm Keith. Don't expect to see me around much. I'm the electrician."

This was a bit wrong feeling. Yeah, his wife died 10 or so years ago, but talking to somebody else like this felt like he was spitting on Rosa's grave.