One summer day, you stood at your kitchen counter, doom-scrolling through TikTok on your phone, when suddenly a caption caught your attention. “CITRA must be on another level with this animatronic”, the screen portrayed a sketch of an animatronic, crouched down, the face of it made out to be a… bunny. You clicked on a hashtag in the caption; ‘#Nosey’ and a video caught your attention. It was captioned “I’m lit in the danger zone CITRA what have you done”.

It turns out you were too, you thought nothing of it, and a few days passed since you saw the video about the animatronic, but for some reason, it put you on edge. You were cautious of wind blowing the curtains, although Nosey wasn’t a ghost. You were cautious if heavy breezes blowing doors open, you thought, maybe there’s a slim chance Nosey is behind the door. Never was.

It was evening, and you were sat on your bed, watching YouTube. The window was cracked open slightly, and the wind was blowing the curtains. You were… on edge, as usual. But when you turned your phone off and put it on charge, you eased up, and that lead to you falling asleep.

You woke up in the morning, around 10am, and everything seemed normal. The bedsheets were creased from your tossing and turning, and your hair was frizzy and unkept. You went to the bathroom, washed your face and brushed your teeth, then headed downstairs and made a cup of tea. For the rest of day, you went on to do normal things, work, listen to music, etc.

In rolled the evening, you were sat under your bedsheets, watching Netflix, a little bit more eased, since you doubted the lousy animatronic would get you. You watched your show, listening to the actors speak. Downstairs, you heard a door click. You thought maybe it was the window letting a breeze in again. You put your phone on charge and let it rest on your nightstand, but not before you heard another sound coming from downstairs, a few, actually.

’Creak. Step, step, step…’

You wondered if someone was breaking in. So you got out of bed, grabbed a bat that you kept in your wardrobe, and creeped downstairs. You were utterly shocked by what you saw.

It was Nosey. The 10,6ft tall animatronic, the burly pile of light-weighted metal. Was stood behind your kitchen counter, lifelessly eyeing its surroundings. You stayed quiet, put quietly placed down the bat, thinking the idea of a weapon against that thing was pointless. You were too busy making sure Nosey didn’t spot you to notice the bat slowly rolling off the stairs, step by step. As soon as you heard the tap it made you knew it was over.

The animatronic snapped its metal neck in your direction, the metal scraping against itself as it did so. You were frozen in your tracks, and your eyes widened as it spoke.

“Well, don’t try to run. You’re done for.”

Its voice was static, and slightly deep. It made sense, since the voice box it had was out-of-date and uncontrolled, but it was sinister.