Benji had been a busboy at Fredbear's Family Diner since '86.

Long brown hair, hazel eyes, no real devotion to anyone or anything, he just needed a job. The fact William Afton seemed to show a little favoritism towards Benji was a nice bonus.

A month after the 'Biting Incident', Benji had noticed that the grieving father he called 'Boss' was following him again as he collected dirty dishes in a grey tub.

Afton often did that. It usually meant that Afton needed to tell him something, or maybe remind him to get his paycheck.

That would be nice, he was overdue by a week again, and he better not have been charged for the meal during unpaid overtime.

Screw that, Benji was gonna get paid.

Afton was a cheapskate, everyone knew that, even Benji who seemed to get all the good stuff.

Benji just wanted to go home and get some dinner, maybe get the guys together for practice in the basement.

Maybe he'd even call his new girlfriend.

Last time they'd been on a date, William had shown up and made things weird, and the day after at work, William had been especially…. Touchy. Benji had not appreciated that at all.

"Benji?"

Benji turned from the sink, finally being addressed by his employer.

"Yes sir?" He asked, already turning around to turn on the industrial dishwasher.

"Benji, I need to ask you something."

"Yeah? What?" Benji asked, closed off already. He needed to get home, he had a guitar waiting.

Afton put a hand on his shoulder. Benji was underweight, not tall enough for sports, and not attractive enough to get with the ladies, well, other than his new girlfriend.

Benji fought the need to shake off the surprisingly firm hand. Afton had a habit of being extra touchy around favorite employees.

"Benji, I need to tell you something in private." Afton clarified.

"Really?" Benji was sure it would be after hours, he'd be off-shift soon and the most Afton would worry about might be a wayward janitor sleeping in a closet by then. Benji began to turn to leave, tub of rattling dishes in his hands.

"Well," Afton said, grabbing Benji's scrawny arm, "It's about my son. I needed to talk about it to you."

Benji turned and nodded, setting the tub of dirty dishes on an abandoned party table, told this might happen by Henry and followed him to a backroom full of suits.

Once in, Afton started, "You see, accidents happen, and people can get hurt."

"Did I do something wrong, sir?" Benji asked.

"Please, call me William."

"Ooooookay then." Benji said, "Is something wrong, William?"

"You've been doing wonderful, been considering giving you a raise."

A raise? For doing dishes? Benji wouldn't complain, not at all.

"Sometimes, it feels like the world is ending, my boy." William said.

"Is this about…."

"Yes, my son," William said, "He was only eight."

"I'm sorry," Benji said, meaning it. He'd watched from the kitchen door, laughing at the boys rioting at Fredbear's feet, Zach screaming and seemingly scared at what looked like nothing.

That had changed very quickly, the smiles wiping off everyone's faces once the jaws clamped down.

Police had to tear Vinnie away from the boys who did it.

William looked at Benji with glassy eyes, "Sometimes my boy, you find yourself needing other people."

Benji nodded his blemished face, waiting for William to finish today's oversharing session. He did this daily, even before the Bite.

"My wife's been really torn up about this. It's hard keeping it together for both of us. We only have one left now, Isabela."

"What about Vinnie?" Benji asked. He didn't see Vinnie much for anything other than maintenance or maybe assistance in dishwashing, and he seemed flighty around his step-father.

"He's DEAD to me," William shouted.

Benji lurched back, startled at how angry his boss's voice came out as the skins of yellow bears and rabbits hung around them.

Benji glanced across the uncomfortably warm room to see a slumped figure sitting against a back wall. His stomach flipped over when he saw the yellow fur and gaping jaw, recognizing the sticky, dark stain as the remains of Zachary Afton.

"To keep my mind off of things, Henry and I have been coming up with a new store in the franchise." William said, putting his arm out as if trying to help Benji see his vision, "Nedbear and Friends', Bowling and Burgers'! It'll be wonderful, Henry already has the suits made!"

"That's great sir," Benji said, trying to sound impressed, but now he just wanted to do the dishes and go home ASAP, he felt like he was being watched.

He glanced again at the broken yellow bear, surprised that the county sheriff's office hadn't taken it for evidence reports.

Benji squinted at it.

He could've sworn it had moved when he wasn't looking.

"I want you to work there, be the first. A big promotion if you say yes."

"But what would I be doing?" Benji asked, smart enough to see a potential scam.

"You'll be the most important person there, you'll be an MC!" William said with grandeur in his voice. "A special costume all your own! It's a little brown dog, with overalls!"

"Okay. Sounds cool, I would have to talk this over with my parents but-"

"But of course!" William said, ripping a blue and yellow suit from the ceiling, "But first, I still feel a need."

"Uh-huh?" Benji said, a bad feeling returning as he backed away.

"Sometimes, when someone grieves, especially a man of my type, a certain need comes up. A need of companionship, of intimacy."

"Sir?" Jackson said, baking away as William approached, "Sir, I don't think I understand what you're talking about."

"Oh, of course you do." William smiled. "Don't worry, the door's closed and the walls are soundproof, be as loud as you'd like."

"William?" Benji said, seeing that the door was indeed locked as his back hit the cold wall, "I have a girlfriend."

William slammed a dog's head over Jackson, nearly blindfolding him, "Don't worry; the first time always hurts the most, but you'll get used to it! And besides, you owe me for the raise. Just don't bring that little whore in here ever again!"