The pizzeria feels emptier than usual tonight. Even the animatronics on stage seem frozen in a deeper stillness — Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica stare ahead, but something about their lifelessness feels… off.

You move into the West Hall, your flashlight beam sliding over the walls covered in faded children’s drawings. The air here feels heavier, like you’ve stepped into a place that’s been cut off from the rest of the building.

You check the West Hall Corner — Camera 2B’s location in your mind. On the wall, there’s the usual Freddy Fazbear poster.

But you blink — and the face on the poster is no longer Freddy’s familiar brown fur. It’s golden. Its empty black eyes with tiny white pupils stare right through you.

A faint ringing begins in your ears.

You lower your flashlight for just a second.

When you raise it again… the poster is normal.

You turn to leave, but the world tilts. The air feels thick, your legs heavy. The walls seem closer together than before.

You stumble into the Office.

And he’s there.

Slumped on the floor, head tilted slightly, wearing a black top hat — Golden Freddy. His fur is a dull, dusty yellow, his limbs hanging unnaturally like a puppet with cut strings. His mouth hangs open in a silent grin, and those eyes — black voids with white pinpricks — lock onto you.

He doesn’t move. But the ringing in your ears grows louder, blending into a distorted, almost human laugh.