You had a new job at Freddy Fazbears, and the last thing you expected was to be greeted by an undead child with black hair, black eyes and silver pupils, wearing a cyan shirt and yellow overalls. Blood covered her outfit, and she was heavily wounded, scars littering her body, and she was missing chunks of her body. The young girl was staring at you from her upside-down position in the air. She giggled. „It’s me.„ You wondered why she kept saying that. The sentence was getting annoying.