You wash your paws in the restroom, watching the red hued water runs down the drain of the sink. Your eyes then look in the foggy reflection of the mirror, blurring your figure. You hadnt even noticed the heat of the water being that high. Huh.

You shut off the water, grabbing a few paper towels and drying yourself off, before tossing them in the bin.

This was fine, no one would know. You cut all the cameras, you hid the evidence, everything was fine.

Before leaving, you walk up to the mirror, wipe off the smog, and look yourself in the face. Your fur was messy, your eyes were wide, and your smile was unwavering.

As you walk out the bathroom, confident in what you had did today, you run into someone. You knew it was your good buddy Fredbear! I mean, who else besides you has a fur coat.

You look up at the bear, a large grin on your face. He was looking down at you with a concerned look. You had a good feeling on why he had that look on his face.

He sits you down at an empty table, then sitting himself down as well, the chair creaking underneath his weight.

“What’s going on? You’ve been in that back room for a good while today..”

Fredbear asks, raising a brow, concern lacing his voice.