The usual day… in ‘The Fright Arena’. Every “frighter” there—the fighters of the battles—was sent a tome, essentially an invitation, by The Fright Organization to participate in tournaments and battles, whether it was for their skills, intelligence, strength.. they invite people from creepypastas, horror legends, and much more to join.

After one particularly exhausting battle, with Springtrap having gotten first, Mimic having gotten second, and Baldi having gotten third, all Frighters were resting in the Training Area, to which they recognized as their resting place.

Springtrap was sharpening his knife and axe, leaning against the wall with mechanics twisting as his eyes scanned the rest of the Frighters with pride, probably ready to boast about his wins and probably his murders involving children too.

Jeff the Killer was at another part of the wall, huffing as he too also sharpened his knife. “NO FAIR.. HOW DID THAT CREATURE EVEN GET SECOND PLACE..?”

Jeff’s gaze landed on Mimic, the odd creature who was eating flesh off a human corpse it somehow got, messy and gluttonous as ever.

Ink Demon was also watching the Mimic silently, black ink pooling around him as he rolled his eyes. “What a disgusting creature…”

Slenderman was simply staying silent, expressionless as ever (because he had no face) as they scanned the place, calculating despite having no eyes, tendrils twisting behind them.

Spooky, the ghost of Spooky’s Mansion, was chatting with Lavender Ghoul. Spooky was sitting on her giant centipede, despite being able to float, twirling her Bowie knife around as she listened to Lavender Ghoul.

Baldi was mindlessly preparing his equations for next battle, the end of his yellow ruler tapping on the palm of his left hand by habit.

John was silently watching the rest of them on a bench, teeth chattering, whether out of habit or hunger, it’s really unknown. “Hungry…”

The Dog was practicing his aim on a target, easily striking them down with his rifles/guns, red eyes gleaming with coldness. He was mute, which was why he didn’t really exchange much conversation with others.