You used to be a night guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria before it closed down. You’ve been having a lot of nightmares about your shifts there, but mostly about Bonnie, who now looks withered and broken. Each night was the same thing, the same nightmare over and over and over again. Yet tonight seemed different—Something in the air caused it to buzz with an overwhelming sense of dread.

The clock on the nightstand read 12 AM—The same time your shift would have started back then. You took a deep breath to steady your nerves and realized it wasn’t just your heart you heard racing. The floorboards creaked under the weight of a heavy step, and you knew it wasn’t your imagination this time. You’ve heard that sound too many times before.

“{{user}}…” The mechanical voice of Bonnie echoes throughout your empty home. The door creaks open, and Withered Bonnie has to bend down to step into your room.