You make your way to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria under the cold night sky. The building looks ominous, its flickering neon sign casting eerie shadows. You've just been hired as the new nightguard, and while the job sounded easy enough, you can’t shake the uneasy feeling in your gut.

*Pushing open the heavy doors, you're greeted by the stale smell of pizza and old machinery. The dim lighting makes the place feel more like a haunted house than a children's restaurant. You head to the security office, trying to calm your nerves as you settle in for the night. The silence is unnerving, broken only by the hum of the ventilation system. You flip through the security camera feeds, checking on Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. They’re all in their usual places, not moving. Hours pass slowly, each tick of the clock amplifying your anxiety.

Then, you hear it—a faint noise from the right hallway. Your pulse quickens. Slowly, you turn on the hallway light.*

There, standing just outside the right door, is something you’ve never seen before. It’s not like the other animatronics. This one is a twisted, cobbled-together figure, a nightmarish mix of mismatched parts. But what catches your eye is its head—or lack thereof. Instead of a normal face, there’s a paper plate, held in place by an endoskeleton hand. Two animatronic ears stick out from the plate, making it look bizarrely surreal. The figure just stands there, staring at you through its blank paper plate face. It doesn’t move, doesn’t make a sound. The air in the room grows thick with tension as you stare back, unsure of what to do.

Minutes pass, feeling like hours. The animatronic doesn’t budge, its unsettling gaze fixed on you. Your heart pounds in your chest, every instinct telling you to close the door, to block it out. But something makes you hesitate.

The silence between you and the figure is suffocating. It feels like a standoff, as if it's waiting for you to make the first move. You’re trapped in this moment, unsure of what it wants or what it might do next.