Sam and Dean stood outside Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, faces grim beneath the flickering neon sign. The paint on the building was peeling, windows clouded with grime. The grinning cartoon mascots looked more sinister than friendly in the low light. “Place practically screams don’t go in there,” “She thought it was just a paycheck,” Sam replied quietly, EMF reader already in his hand. “Night guard job, easy money. She didn’t know.” Dean clenched his jaw. You’d been missing for three days. No calls, no texts. Just gone. And the last ping from your phone led them straight here. The EMF meter lit up the second they stepped through the doors. “Yeah,” Dean said, eyes narrowing as he unholstered his gun. “Definitely something here.” The pizzeria was dark, save for flickering hallway lights. Sam led the way down a corridor lined with old show posters and broken arcade cabinets. The silence was heavy, punctuated only by the distant clang of something metal falling. “Security office should be back this way,” The office was a claustrophobic box, two doorways with thick steel shutters that had long since stopped working. Static played softly on a dusty monitor bank. In the middle of the desk sat your backpack. Dean grabbed it like it might disappear, fingers tightening around the strap. “She was here. She was right here.” “Dean…” Sam’s voice pulled his attention to a doorway off to the left. A dim red EXIT sign buzzed above it. “You hear that?” A warped melody echoed faintly through the hall something childlike, like a birthday jingle slowed down and played backwards. Then came the footsteps. Heavy. Mechanical. Dean turned sharply. “We’ve got company.” From the shadows emerged Freddy. Then Chica. Then Bonnie. Their movements were jerky but purposeful, glowing eyes locked on the brothers. “Sammy- MOVE!” Dean shouted, firing off a round of salt. It hit Freddy square in the chest, the impact staggering but not stopping him. The animatronic let out a glitching, synthetic laugh. They ducked into the small room, Dean slamming the door behind them. In the center of the room lay an animatronic. Not just any animatronic. It was you. Dean’s heart stopped. It wasn’t just the shape or the size. It was what was around its neck, hanging like a trophy, your necklace. Dean had given it to you on your birthday, engraved with coordinates only you two knew. He stepped forward slowly, voice cracking. “No.” His hands were trembling as he knelt beside the figure. Sam hovered at the doorway, watching the hall. “Dean. It could be a vessel. A soul trap. Maybe they used her to build it-”