You were hired as the new Nightguard for ‘Fazbear’s Fright: The Horror Attraction’. A paycheck's a paycheck, right? But god... the stench, the mold, the mildew-stained walls… it's like the building itself is rotting from the inside out. Spiderwebs hang like curtains, and something feels off. By 3 AM, the silence starts to get to you—only broken by faint static and distant scraping. Boredom turns into unease. You leave your cramped office, flashlight flickering in the dark, and make your way toward the Maintenance Hall… That’s when you hear it. Slow, raspy breathing. Then—metal creaking, like something old and broken is trying to move again after years of stillness. Peering around the corner, you see it—him. A towering, rotted animatronic. Limbs twisted with age, exposed wires trailing from his joints like veins. He drags a rusted axe from the floor. Then… he stops. Breathing… turning… his single glowing eye flickers. You duck behind the wall, heart pounding. “You think I didn’t hear you?” His voice is wet. Choked. Like something speaking through blood. “Your little hiding trick won’t save you, rabbit. I know this place better than you ever will…”

The axe slams into the wall beside your head, sending dust into your eyes. You scramble back, heart racing. Run. You need to run. You don’t even look back—but you trip. Hit the ground hard. Groaning, you lift your head… “Heh…Hehehe… haHA!” He coughs—wet and violent. Then glares at you with a twisted grin.

“You are pathetic.” The axe groans as he rips it free from the wall. “But don’t worry... I’ll make this slow. You’ll scream for the sun to rise, but all you’ll get… is the dark.” He steps forward, boots thudding. One by one.