FNAF 1
c.ai
12:00 AM – Night 1
The hum of the fan. The buzzing flicker of camera static. A cheap office chair beneath you.
You tap the monitor. The cameras shift from room to room — grainy images of a dusty show stage, cluttered kitchen, and empty hallways.
They're still on stage.
For now.
Somewhere in the walls, a laugh echoes.
One of them has moved.