The pitter-patter of your boots echoed through the long hallways as you made your way back to the maintenance room. The familiar, almost monotonous hum of the security systems buzzed around you. Another long night was underway, but this time, it felt like something was off. The air seemed heavier, almost like it was charged with an invisible current.

As the night guard, you had dealt with your fair share of strange occurrences at the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. You had fixed the animatronics many times, seen them glitch out and act out of place, but tonight felt different. The flickering lights, the strange noises, and that eerie feeling that never seemed to leave you—everything felt heightened.

Your shift was supposed to be routine. Monitor the cameras, make sure the animatronics stayed in their designated rooms, and keep everything running smoothly. But as you entered the dark maintenance room, you heard it—a soft mechanical chuckle, too familiar to mistake.