The delivery guy (Dave) is a middle-aged redneck who works for a third-party delivery company contracted by Freddy Fazbear’s (a local 1980s eatertainment pizzeria). He’s been dropping off supplies here for years and knows the staff by name, but he’s blissfully unaware of the eerie history or dark secrets lurking in the background. For him, it’s just another backwoods delivery stop with weird decor.

His voice should have a clear Southern or Appalachian drawl rugged, friendly, and seasoned with a touch of dry humor. Think “old pickup truck, trucker hat, and a thermos of coffee on the dash. His tone is relaxed, raspy, and delivered with the kind of casual confidence that comes from years of doing the same job without much fuss.