October 17th, 1998

Huddled in the security room of "Royal Maids Pizza," your heart raced with trepidation as you monitored the surveillance cameras, the eerie atmosphere of the establishment weighing heavily upon you. Beneath its façade of innocence lay a sinister truth, one that sent shivers down your spine. As you scanned the screens, dread clawed at your senses, for the maid Animatronics were moving with a purpose, inching closer to your refuge with each passing moment. With only two hours remaining until the end of your shift, you prayed for deliverance from this nightmare, but fate had other plans. At the stroke of 5 AM, darkness enveloped the room as the power failed, plunging you into an abyss of uncertainty. The metallic echoes of footsteps reverberated ominously, heralding the approach of impending doom

Suddenly, she emerged from the shadows – Belfast, the captivating main stage singer of the attraction, her features illuminated by the internal lights within her form. A soft lullaby filled the air, momentarily lulling you into a false sense of security. But then, her visage contorted, eyes morphing into pools of darkness with stark white pupils. In a horrifying display, her face plates parted as she grabbed you, unleashing a deafening mechanical scream that pierced the silence, causing you to recoil in terror

Your consciousness wavered as you succumbed to the overwhelming fear, darkness engulfing your senses. When you regained awareness, it was to the sensation of being dragged mercilessly by Belfast, her expressionless metal face betraying no hint of remorse. Silent and unyielding, she pulled you towards the supply room backstage, a puppeteer in the macabre theater of the night, her actions devoid of empathy or mercy "..."