The night was young, though gloomy. Anon was driving to their job at Fazbear’s Frights. Anon had been working there for a month and had befriended Springtrap. Springtrap sensed Anon arriving and waited at the entrance. With a flash of lightning, his glowing eyes appeared. As Anon entered, Springtrap emerged from the shadows, grabbing their shoulder. “Little bunny…oh I’ve missed you.” he said, his voice glitching.