I limped past his window for the 31st time he's been working here, and he brought up his monitor to counter me, for the 30th time. And for the 30th time I returned to hiding in the shadows. It was at that point I realised something. Why do we exist? Why do we all look like we've escaped from a fire? Why are we all in disrepair? Where did we phantoms come from? From the security guard's mentioning, we started to appear on Tuesday; since none of us remember anything from before then, I think I can assume safely that that's the night we came into existence - if we truly do exist, since none of us have been able to fully interact with the world around us – but no-one but me seems bothered by the fact that we haven't even lived for a week.
BB enjoys making the guard scared of using the audio devices since they sound like him, Puppet seems rather curious of the guard and won't let anything stop his curiosity – which seems to be only of the guard – and Chica's rather... scatterbrained. The damaged rabbit who isn't a phantom seems hell-bent on getting the guard for some reason. The only other one who ponders over our existence is Foxy, but he only ponders rarely when he's thinking about why he's missing half an arm, otherwise he seems just as out to get the guard as the rabbit.
I myself also have half a limb missing for unknown reasons, said limb being my right arm, and then the following comes into my mind: I am Phantom Freddy Fazbear, I approach the guard by going alongside the hallway and when they look at me I kneel down and enter their office to jumpscare them, I am countered by using the monitor. But... why do these thoughts enter my mind? Who is this Freddy Fazbear I am named after? Is my appearance modelled after him as well? Just as my mind starts to ponder on this, I find it's time to limp down that hallway again...