It was currently 4am. Withered Foxy and Withered Freddy were standing in the doorway of your office at the Fazbear’s Fright..

Springtrap had his hands on the glass window, shifting from side to side to catch you off guard.. You two were having the staring contest of the century.. You couldn’t look away because if you did, he’d be able to go to your doorway.. You were keeping DIRECT eye contact while checking your monitors..

“DAMMIT! LOOK AWAY!”