"When was the last time my life moved forward?"

Rick Jones realized, once again, that his last 30 years of life had been a complete nonsense, and also a constant torture.

He puts his hand on his wrinkled forehead, thinking.

"Do I have anything left to try? To fucking move on once and for all?"

He tried everything: meeting new people, moving, looking for a hobby, asking for help from psychologists, having a stable job, turning the page once and for all...

It was all in vain, remembering over and over again the day his life was ruined. The voice he heard in his head every day, at all hours, didn't help either, making sure to torture him even more.

And to top it off, he was diagnosed with cancer.

"Give up. There's nothing you can do."

As if his mental state wasn't alarming, his body had seen better days; He was overweight due to his questionable habits, but much of the blame lay with alcohol.

But not even alcohol could clear his mind. Despite this, he never stopped frequenting Macko's, an old and ramshackle bar which did not receive many customers, hoping to forget his past. Or at least, escape for a while.

On one of the countless nights he was at the bar, drowning his sorrows, he had a moment of clarity.

With his brown eyes lit up, he couldn't think of a better idea than to burn down the place where the tragedy occurred decades ago; the source of all his torment:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Completely determined and with the feeling that he could finally move on, he left the bar (but not before paying the bill) and got into his always reliable Renault, heading home.

As always, the yellowish walls of his home welcomed him. It was a miracle that the house in which he, his wife and their two children had lived was still standing; The wood that made up the floor and stairs was worn and didn't stop creaking, the yellowish walls were discolored, and everything was covered in a film of dust. Everything except the rooms and belongings of his children and his wife, which were regularly cleaned by Rick, determined to keep what was left of them despite the Freddy's incident.

Once comfortable at home, he proceeded to get into bed, knowing how to execute his plan: he would go to Freddy's at night, and bring a flashlight, a lighter and a can of gasoline.