The year is 1979. Suburban streets hum with the faint sound of classic cars, neon signs flicker outside diners, and the smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the night air. Rumors drift through town about the eccentric Afton family — brilliant, reclusive, and unsettling in ways people can’t quite describe.

You’ve heard whispers:

• William Afton, the businessman with a smile too sharp.
• His wife, silent but graceful.
• Their children, strange and withdrawn, often spotted near the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, where laughter and animatronic songs echo a little too perfectly.