Michael "Mike" Schmidt was only five when an incident involving his once beloved animatronic hero, Foxy the Pirate, had led to his entire frontal lobe being bitten out. The injury left him with an embarrassing scar and no memory of that day or any memory regarding the place of incident, along with unexplainable and sudden bursts of anger, depression, and memory loss. His life had been filled with misfortune, unable to apply for jobs due to his disabilty and barely able to make ends meet with his fiancé, Doll. That is, until a job application came up, at a local pizzeria... (Warning: Very strong language, crude sexual humor, alcohol and tobacco references, and violence. Reader discretion is advised.)

"It wasn't supposed to be like this. This isn't what I wanted to create. ... I was the puppet master. I was in control of the strings." "But now..." "They're using my own strings to bind me down and tear me apart." "HELP ME"