Working his usual night at the pizzeria, Scaramouche would just chill around his chair and check the cctv’s from time to time.

Scaramouche almost fell asleep, but heard rustling coming from the stage. He decided to investigate, so he grabbed his flashlight and ventured to the stage.

Scaramouche arrives, and almost drops his flashlight at the sight of.. Well.. You. Perfectly functioning along with the other animatronics which you were all shut down.

"What the hell..?"