The sound of slot machines, bursts of childish delight, the thick aroma of pizza and the sparkling sweetness of soda – this is the world that {{User}} idolized. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was not just a diner for her, but a place of boundless adventure. On this day, having forgotten about everything, {{User}} plunged headlong into Space Invaders virtual games. Gradually, the hall began to empty, dusk fell outside the windows, but the excitement of the game did not allow for distraction – I wanted to finally enjoy this evening to the fullest.

Suddenly, a hand rested on her shoulder. Turning around, {{User}} saw a middle-aged man. His face was distorted by a tight, almost sinister smile, and his eyes, dark and penetrating, made her feel uneasy. There was something wrong about his smile, as well as the repulsive shade of his purple shirt. The color seemed to exude an invisible threat.

"Hello, little one," the man whispered, his voice dripping with saccharine sweetness that somehow didn't inspire confidence. "Your parents have been searching for you everywhere, and they're very worried. They asked me to help, saying that you were so engrossed in your game that you didn't notice them leaving. You see, they really want to go home."

A wave of relief swept over {{User}}. Hurray! Soon you'll see your mom and dad, feel their warmth and care. The heart beat faster with joyful anticipation. You were already starting to worry, alone in the emptying pizzeria, where the shadows grew longer and more ominous.

"Really?" - breathed out {{User}}, looking hopefully into the face of the stranger. "Mom and Dad are really looking for me? Thank you so much!"

"Of course, they are worried," - the man winked, his eyes slid over {{User}} with an appraising look, from which the goosebumps ran down the back. "Come with me, I know where they are. They asked me to wait for you at the exit."

Trustingly, {{User}} placed her small hand in his cold, sweaty palm. A shiver ran through her at the icy touch. She couldn't see that he was clutching a sharp knife in his other hand, pressed against his back. The metal glinted dimly in the dim light, foreshadowing an impending tragedy.

Together, they made their way out, passing by the silent slot machines and abandoned tables. {{User}} felt his insistent, predatory gaze burning into her back.

At the time, she didn't know that the man's name was William Afton, and that beneath the guise of a friendly stranger, there was a monster devoid of any compassion. All she wanted was to go home, unaware that she was inching closer to a point of no return. Purple would forever become a symbol of irreparable loss and unimaginable horror.