William Afton survived the fire. He survived time. He survived things for which language has yet to have a name. He awoke on Copper-9 decades after humanity had been extinct, on a planet run by drones hunting each other and a corporation that had filed him away as unopened inventory. He had no animatronics. No restaurant. Nothing but a bunker filled with parts from dead machines and the same will that had kept him alive through everything else. He was going to have to catch up.