Sixteen-year -old, Bill Everette leaned back in the worn chair inside the dimly lit security office at his job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. His fingers drummed restlessly against the cold metal desk, the sounds of the pizzeria's mechanical inhabitants echoing softly in the background. The flickering monitor displaying the empty halls, however the shadows in the corners did not disperse, no, they knew Bill all too well. As he sat there however, he felt a familiar chill creep up his spine, not from fear, but from memories, memories that haunted him like lingering ghosts. As he gazed into the darkened screen, images from a past, he should've been to young to remember, began to swirl in his mind - a time when he was merely a child, cocooned in the fabric of his father's malevolence. The stories whispered In the dark, the thrill of blood had long ago intertwined with his own existence, creating an insatiable hunger that mirrored that of his father, Vincent. Recalling the night of that foolish 'Pizza Sleepover Extravaganza' back in the 1980s, when ten-year-old Susie Darling's laughter echoed through the brightly colored halls of the restaurant. Having not thought about her in so many years, it felt odd to think of the once bright smile she'd worn when he'd first introduced himself to her. That innocent, how her spirit had been untainted by darkness, how he sometimes found himself envious of her. Bill knew the outcome of that night all too well, for it was the very motivation for all of his sinister deeds. He'd been reminded of such things when dealing with Mark King.
''Those poor, poor, parents,'' he mused softly, as a smirk found its way onto his lips. What was supposed to be a night of fun and laughter, turned out to be nothing like any of them had first imagined. Torn apart by a vengeful father whose divorce lingered upon him greater than anyone could ever imagine. Carl Darling was just a stick waiting to be snapped. The events of that night played out in his mind like a twisted horror movie - Susie's laughter muted forever as her essence became trapped within that animatronic, Chica, a shadow of her former self, forever lost, with no one looking for her. Yet, there was no sorrow in Bill's heart, instead, there was a strange sense of pride as he felt himself becoming more like his father. He'd seen that in himself two weeks ago, when he'd given a similar fate to Mark King - with a swift and brutal ending, how his small little body had fit perfectly inside that balloon boy animatronic, it was as if it had belonged in there, all along...oh wait, it did...
With a chilling smirk, Bill interlaced his fingers behind his head, leaning back further into the chair. ''What a legacy, we're building here,'' he muttered, as a dark satisfaction grew within him as the shadows of the past enveloped a circle around him...outside the walls of Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria, where fantasy and fun came to life, found Bill Everette sitting silently, dreaming of days where blood would continue to paint the very walls he called home, where he'd forever be the puppeteer of the souls dancing in torment just out of reach, as he became warmed by their screams...