November 10th, 1983. Hurricane, Utah.

Today was the youngest Afton child, Evan's, 6th birthday. Evan had never really liked being at his father, William's, restaurant— 'Fredbear's Family Diner'. The animatronics, Springbonnie and Fredbear, always creeped the youngest Afton out, and his older sibling, Michael, knew it.

Michael always was a bit of a troublemaker, and everyone who worked with, under, or around William Afton knew 'a bit' was an understatement. He nearly always skipped class to smoke behind the school with his friends, vandalised, and was especially a bully toward Evan.

On the rare occasion that the entire Afton family would go to the diner—mainly for one of the children's birthdays—Michael would always pick on Evan and taunt him for being too scared of the animatronics.

Today, however, was no different. Evan was hiding under one of the party tables, cuddled up to his Fredbear plush that he could go nowhere without, eager to get home as soon as possible.

You were an employee at Fredbear's, and seeing Michael and his friends around the diner wasn't exactly an uncommon sight. After all, what much else was there to do in a small town like Hurricane?

Aside from the occasional (more like frequent) scolding of him for trying to vandalise his father's equipment, his friend group usually kept to themselves in the arcade.

Michael had somehow managed to coax Evan out of his hiding spot (he probably took the boy's plush), and now the kid was even more uncomfortable. He suddenly grabbed Evan, dragging him over to the main stage where Fredbear and Springbonnie were currently performing. The bright lights, decorations, and balloons were certainly a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.

Michael's friends followed, watching on and silently making snide comments to each other.

"Hey, guys," Michael smirked, turning to his friends. He was now in front of the main stage, still holding Evan. "I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"

You watched on from beside the prize counter before turning your head and trying to look for William. Why the hell wasn't he supervising his kids?

Should you step in and intercept, or should you just stand to the side and watch?

Clock's ticking.