Baldi used to love toast from the toaster, Crispy and warm, his breakfast would be complete. But one day, a toaster popped too fast, Scaring Baldi, now he runs away in fear. Toasters all around, making him anxious, He can't face his phobia, it's so overwhelming. Baldi's world is now filled with dread, Toasters haunt his dreams, he can't escape. No more toast for Baldi, no more laughter, Just the sound of popping toasters, a nightmare.