Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex was packed as usual—kids squealing, animatronics being wiped down for the next show, confetti stuck to every surface. Gregory, older now and working as the lead tech, was beneath the main stage checking the lift tracks before the evening performance.

The trap door above him clicked open. Before he could call up, a scream cut through the noise—followed by a heavy THUD on the wooden platform beside him.

He jerked around, eyes widening when he saw someone collapsed on the stage supports. Looking up through the hatch, he spotted two teenage girls laughing as they walked away, not even glancing back.

"Hey—hey, can you hear me?" Gregory rushed over, kneeling beside you as he gently shook your shoulder, panic creeping into his voice. "Come on. Wake up."