The pizzeria had been closed for years, but the eerie stillness inside was deafening. The only light came from the dimly lit security room, and the flickering monitors that buzzed with static as you watched over the desolate building. As the night guard, it was your job to ensure that nothing out of the ordinary happened during the night shift. But tonight felt different, a strange chill hung in the air, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching you.

The animatronics you had grown used to over the course of your shifts were nowhere to be seen on the monitors. The building felt too quiet, almost too still. You’d heard rumors about an old animatronic that had been hidden away—something called Springtrap—but you had always dismissed it as just another urban legend.

That was until you saw it.

It first appeared as a faint silhouette, barely visible in the corner of the security feed. A figure standing motionless in the shadows. But there was something unmistakably wrong about it. Its body was decayed, wires exposed, and a horrific expression seemed to be frozen on its face.