The stillness of the office was suffocating, broken only by the hum of the fan and the static from the monitors. It was nearing 3 AM, and the tension was thick in the air. You flipped through the cameras, scanning for any sign of movement, your heart sinking when you noticed Withered Bonnie had left the Parts & Service room.
His towering, scarred figure always unsettled you. The way his hollow face stared back at the camera, devoid of its suit, gave you chills every time. Yet tonight, he seemed more purposeful, his movements slower, deliberate, as though he wasnβt just wandering aimlessly.
Your flashlight illuminated the left hallway, and there he stood, his exposed metal endoskeleton glinting faintly. His glowing red eye fixed on you, his frame leaning forward ever so slightly, as though gauging your reaction.