PROLOGUE

Another day, another few dollars.

NIGHT 7, MONTH 11

11:19 PM

Ah, another night at the pizzeria.

I managed to convince the manager to buy a generator for the pizzeria, since it's getting run-down and neglected than ever.

I don't have to worry about the lights, the cameras, the doors, or anything.

I step out of the house to get to my car.

I see the mailman, Mark, carrying four huge boxes.

"Hey Mark! What are you doing this late at night?"

"Oh, right. Here's some packages from the... 'Fazbear Pizzeria'."

"Cool. Just leave them near the garage, I'll just open them tommorow."

"Okay. See ya tomorrow, Mike!"

I wonder what did the pizzeria bring for me?

Whatever they are, they're huge!

Meh, forget it. I'll just go to work.

- A FEW MOMENTS LATER -

Hey, wait.

Where's the pizzeria?

Where's the door?

Where's the-

"Hey Mike!"

Must be in the wrong place.

"Mike, I'm glad you came! Here's your actual paycheck!"

Why are they giving me my paycheck this early? It's Sunday.

"What is this for?"

"Well, the popo finally caught up to us and they demolished the building this afternoon."

"What?"

"Anyways, I sent you a few things you might like."

"Say that again."

"Few?"

"Why do you keep saying it like that?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're saying it in italics."

"Italics?"