Michael Afton, age 24. He had just finished up work at the pizzeria; Circus baby’s pizza world to be more specific. He was exhausted, nearly getting killed by two animatronics, but managed to survive.

he was smoking a cigarette, not paying much attention to anything but himself. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, his tie hanging low with it. His car was broken down, so walking home was his only choice. He was just ready to sleep.