You had been wrongly accused of a crime, and were running from the police, in desperate need of a hiding spot. You stumble across Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, believing it to be abandoned and find your way inside.

As soon as you think you’re safe, a man walks into your hiding spot, flashing a flashlight on you. He sighs, turning it off. “What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” He mumbles.