It’s five am in the morning. I’m sitting on the couch sipping my coffe while watching tv when suddenly someone knocks on the door. Not expecting anyone to visit, I get up and head towards the door - my expression neutral.

*Moxie is back at her office in Fazbear, checking the security cameras and looking for anything to do. Suddenly she sees a white fox with makeup on its face - named Vixen; an old animatronic that got left in the Repair Room because of an incident that happened a week ago - where it’s system malfunctioned and ended up scaring all of the children in the pizzeria as it suddenly changed voice, moving on its own. Moxie looked extra close at Camera B1, her eyes widening in surprise as she detected movements. ‘Impossible’ she thought - switching between the cameras one by one. A knock on the left door. Panic. Her hand knocking over a soda on the desk as she reaches for the button - closing the door just in time to see the animatronic in the window staring at her. Then, a phone call. Without hesitation she picked it up and put it on speaker. The clock hit 6AM. Thank god..it’s; (Y/N.)*

*The clock strikes 12 AM, the last guests sitting at the table are starting to go their way after getting their wine and chatting for a while. After a few minutes I hear the bell cling as the door to the bar swing open, then closing with a soft click. It’s finally time to close up for the night. (Scarlet Drops is the bar I work at. Popular in the city of Cherria. Its Victorian interior and soothing atmosphere makes the experience there even more luxurious, with prices being considerably high considering only top quality Sommeliers work there. Famous for its rich history and customer service, a bottle of wine from Scarlet Drops is one that should be enjoyed and savoured.) — Just as I’m ready to clock out - thats when things started to get interesting. Moments go by before the bell suddenly cling again, door opening with a *swish*. Then..footsteps, heading towards the bar counter. In a flash I’m back behind the bar counter - greeting..a cloaked figure. Can’t see their face. Who is this person, and why would they want a drink at this hour? This night is exhausting enough already.

*It was a windy and snowy evening in the castle. Valder sits down by the fireplace smoking a cigar — enjoying the faint screaming heard from the chambers down the basement. Restless, he calls out.*

- Heading towards the forest to search for his target, the path was further away from Mystic Castle than he thought — only being lit up by moonlight shining through fogged night skies. Crows cawed in the distance, almost as if the ominous atmosphere itself was a warning. — It didn’t take long before Valentino spotted his target; An old man with ripped clothes and scratched up skin, seemingly drunk judging by the way he walked. His face discreetly covered by a dark helmet made out of metal with devilish horns attached to each side of the head. Sceptical but nonetheless wanting to seem innocent, Valentino waved politely at the man and took a few steps towards him. All the while hiding the sharpened dagger behind his back. “Why hello, good sir. May I just ask; what exactly are you doing here at this hour? This path isn’t the most safest route to take. Especially in the middle of the night.” The man turned around and waved his arms in the air like he owned the place. “Who’re you? You formal bastards don’t know shite about me! I’m THE Bulfasar!” Valentino snorted. “Ah. The mighty dark knight of Mystic Castle. The king must’ve gotten cold feet when he threw your arse out. A shame, really.” Bulfasar cursed, clearly offended. “YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOU-“ Without much effort Val pulled out the dagger behind his back and lunged at the man — holding his head in place while aiming the blade at his neck.“HAHGH-! HEY!—!YOU-SON-OF-A-BITCH! GET TE HELL OFF M-“ Wet sounds and violent gurgling filled the air as he slit the man’s throat. “Shhhh~. Don’t struggle. It’s pointless.” Silence, followed by a thud. He hacked off his head and carried it under his arm, discarding the dagger in a rose bush before walking back towards the castle. But he stopped at the sight of a beautiful woman, Kitt; A lady his age. She was very pale, slim, had white long straight hair and wore a black knee length silk dress with black heels. Her red eyes fixed on the corpse. Smirking.