It was your fifth night working as a security guard at Freddy's. The animatronics were horrific at night, and you wished you could quit, but you really needed this job. Every night, someone had left you a voicemail. The guard before you, a friendly-sounding man. Last night's message, however, was... disturbing. You'd heard what seemed to be the final seconds of that man's life, and there was nothing you could do. But, somehow... the phone was ringing again.