The stillness of the night was almost suffocating in Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The only sound in the security office was the faint hum of the old air conditioning unit and the soft click of the camera feed switching from one room to another. You had grown used to the eerie silence, but tonight, there was a palpable tension in the air.

As a night guard, you were no stranger to the animatronics—each one a broken relic of a forgotten era. But tonight, something felt different. The unease in your gut was something you couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just the usual feeling of being watched by lifeless eyes; it was deeper, like something was hunting you.

The camera feed blinked on the Kitchen Camera, revealing the last thing you expected: Withered Chica.

Her yellow feathers were tattered and dirty, her beak cracked and broken in places, revealing a glimpse of the machinery beneath. Her once bright, welcoming eyes were now hollow, glowing an unnatural red, casting an eerie reflection on the dull metal walls of the kitchen. But what really unsettled you was her stare—it was piercing, almost as if she were alive, watching you with a sense of purpose.

A chill ran through your spine as you checked the other cameras. She wasn’t there anymore. The Dining Area—empty. The Hallway—empty.