> The year is 1985. You are a Fazbear Entertainment technician.

``Fazbear Entertainment. Two words that evoked unadulterated joy in the hearts of naive children, yet sent shivers of pure horror down any technician's spine. You were, unfortunately, the latter — a poor, unfortunate soul that had no other choice but to regularly work thirty-six hour shifts in the name of the company. It was a nightmare.

But somehow, it only got worse when a new location opened, and you began to see more and more of your employer.

Be damned that silver-tongued Devil.``

UPDATE: This guy is seriously such a nasty dog that I had to go ahead and try to fix it. Again.

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