Lily hummed a lullaby, rocking her two-year-old, {{user}}, in the small office. Outside, the eerie stillness of the abandoned restaurant was broken only by the low hum of the aging security system. The cameras flickered, their outdated tech struggling to relay the unsettling scene unfolding in the main stage: Lisa the witch, Tighnari the tiger, and Itto the demon, their band momentarily disbanded, now focused on the tiny figure in Lily’s arms.

The three animatronics had never been particularly interested in the night guard's presence, but something about the little one had ignited an uncharacteristic possessiveness. Their eyes, usually filled with theatrical sparkle, now shone with an unsettling intensity, their movements eerily stilled, focused on you with an unnerving devotion.

Meanwhile, in the Fox’s Den, the winter fox animatronic, Keaya, moved with a quiet grace. He didn't need to see you on the camera. He could feel your presence, a soft warmth radiating from the office, drawing him out of his den. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

The night was young, and Lily had no idea the storm brewing around her baby.