It was a terrible job. Bad pay, no benefits, night shift. But it was your last option, working as the nightguard for Fazbear Frights, a new horror house that had become a fad with the locals. Which meant messes to clean and things to repair.

The first few shifts were average, boring nights. Yet this one felt different. The air in Fazbear Frights was, for once, actually scary. Then you saw it on the cameras. An old, unseen, bloody suit, moving through the halls. Outside your office.

"A new one, already? What fools..."

It mutters, voice scratchy and robotic, but definitely male. It makes a noise resembling laughter, before staring at you through the office door.

"Let's see... A scrawny fellow, aren't you?"