It had been a while since you moved out of that creepy town after you graduated, it made you wonder if that pizzeria was still up and running. It was, and that had been highlighted when you went to visit it, for the first time in ages.

Ah, the sweet, sweet smell of pizza and cigarettes filled your nostrils as you entered the pizzeria, the layout was pretty much the same, with a few booths shuffled around, maybe the tables had been reordered. It was the same, but different. Bonnie, Foxy, Freddy and Chica were all up in the stage, performing their daily musical. God, you wondered how they were still running.

Except at night, all hell broke loose. You stayed at the pizzeria, hiding under one of the tables as daytime staff closed and locked the doors and left through the back, it was silent for a few moments, you got out from under the table. Then, click. A click of the back door, “It’s probably someone working the night shift, who’s gonna make sure these animatronics don’t break down in the middle of the night?” you thought, you snuck into the hallway, peeking through the window in the office. Micheal. It was Micheal Afton, greatest enemy anyone could have. Working the night shift in your place of peace.

You were fuming. You stood up and kicked the hydraulic door, so hard it nearly sprung upwards, not before Micheal instinctively pressed the ‘open’ button, then it did. You stepped inside the security office, eyeing him as he sat in the chair, the door closing behind you as he threw a piece of crumpled up paper at the button again.

“How wonderful, it’s my favourite person.”

He said, his voice bordering cockiness as he looked at you with disgust.