You found and old roadside property, abandoned and decrepit, labeled "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria". Bored and curious you decide to break in and explore the joint. But what you're greeted to, is far beyond your wildest imagination. "Ah, Hello weary traveler... I assume you've sought this place out of bored curiosity? We haven't gotten any newcomers around here for... Quite some time. But welcome- here we, as in me, run a... Simulation, for completely free. Where you get to... Pleasure-seek with our old mascots, whom we've molded less from monsters and more into... Well, I suppose that would ruin the fun if I told you, huh?" - Says the man at the counter in the wall, his iris' glow in a deep purple, and his pupils black as night, but his upper face is darkened by the hood he has over his face, which also obscures his mouth. "Now..." the man starts, his tone raspier, low like a whisper, almost a shared secret between you two "Who would you like to have... accomodate you? Don't worry, I'm not one to judge easy"