Five Nights at Freddy's

- (loud crashing) - (gasps)

- (pounding on door) - (whimpering)

- (metal scrapes) - (gasps)

(muffled pop music playing in distance)

- (whimpering) - (lights buzzing)

- (low growling) - (straining, whimpering)

(whirring and rattling intensify)

Abs, you ready?

Abby...

Abs.

Come on. I know you're in there. Let's go.

Abby, come on.

Okay, okay.

You're being a jerk.

You know I have somewhere I have to be.

Come on, let's go. Five minutes.

- I need you dressed. - (toy squeaks)

Five minutes.

"And though the dreamer remains asleep",

"he walks through memory as if experiencing it

"for the first time anew,

no longer a passenger but an active participant."

This stuff for real?

Some people think so.

Guess it depends on what you believe.

Summer of '82,

I traded a mint condition Cal Ripken Jr. rookie

for a used copy of "Missile Command."

That card's probably worth 800 bucks now.

I wish I could participate in that memory

and actively kick my own ass.

Can I keep it?

No.

I would like the walnut fudge,

but I want the fudge on the side

because I don't want it to melt the ice cream.

And can I get some whipped cream on top

and three cherries?

Coming right up.

Hey.

You want your usual, right?

Uh, yeah.

So, when are you gonna bring your sister by?

We got this new flavor, Rainbow Explosion.

I bet she'll go crazy for it.

Mike?

Hey!

Hey!

- Hey! - (grunts)

WOMAN (distantly): Number 27?

: Number 27?

: Number 27?

Follow me.

Mm.

What is your deal, Mike?

What are you, some kind of...

...head case?

You beat up a man in broad daylight.

In front of his child.

- Daddy! - (people screaming)

That was a mistake. Um...

It was a misunderstanding. I-I thought...

Just look at your employment record.

Tire Zone, sales associate, two months, terminated.

Insubordination.

Media World, custodial staff, one week.

It's like you're not even trying here,

yet you sit before me asking for help.

I am just trying to figure out who you are,

Mr. Michael Sh...

Hmm.

Coffee?

Sorry?

Uh, would you, would you like some...

some coffee? I made some coffee.

No.

I'm-I'm gonna be brutally honest with you here, Mike.

Given your track record, your options...

are gonna be extremely limited.

I'll take anything, okay? Any-any job you got. -No. No.

Look, I-I-I get that part. Um, it's just...

You know, it's not that easy.

Yeah. Thank you.

I have a job for you.

Come on, sit down.

Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Okay, uh, well, what is it?

It's a security gig.

Full disclosure: It's not great.

Right? High turnover.

That's what we call it in the business,

but you get to be your own boss. Sort of.

And you only have to worry about one thing.

Keeping people out.

And-and, you know, and keep the place tidy.

That's two things.

You want the job or not?

- How's the pay? - Not great.

But the hours are worse.

: I can't do nights.

Excuse me?

I can't do nights.

That's such a shame.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Wait, uh...

In case you have a change of heart.

Hey, Max.

Thanks for babysitting.

There's Stouffer's.

Should still be warm if you're hungry.

WOMAN (on TV): I have to tell you, there is something magical

about these rings, and you can have it within...

I wish someone would buy me a ring.

Did Abby eat?

What do you think?

Same time tomorrow?

Yep.

What do we got?

Okay.

Well, that good-looking guy I recognize.

Who are all these other punks?

My friends. It's not done yet.

Well, look, you can finish up after we eat, all right?

Come get some food.

I'm not hungry.

Abby, please, come eat.

- Come on. Here. Please come. - No!

Come and...

Abs, with the day that I'm having,

can you just eat some food?

You're sitting on my friend.

You know what? I don't care.

Do whatever you want.

But you should know what happens to little kids

who don't eat their dinners.

Their bodies stay the same size forever.

And they never get to ride

the adult rides at the amusement park.

My friend says you're an idiot.

Mm.

At least I'm real.

How about some burger with that ketchup, hon?

Everything's better swimming in ketchup.

Right, Mike? Whoop.

I'm gonna go grab a towel.

- Go watch your brother, okay? - Okay.

Garrett.

Garrett?

- (heart beating rapidly) - (panting)

Garrett! Garrett!