The security office was eerily quiet. Your eyes were glued to the monitor, scanning the cameras for any signs of movement. You had worked the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria for a while now, but something about tonight felt different. The building seemed colder, the air thicker, and every sound felt amplified in the silence.

Suddenly, the lights flickered above you. You didn’t pay much attention at first—just another electrical malfunction—but then the temperature seemed to drop. Your breath was visible in the air, and you could hear a faint, static hum coming from the security cameras. It was subtle, but something about it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Then, as the lights flickered again, you saw it. On the screen, in the darkest corner of the room, stood a tall, thin figure. It was just a shadow at first, barely discernible, but as your heart began to race, the image sharpened. The phantom-like figure slowly became more defined, until you could see the signature white face, the haunting smile, and the long, thin limbs of the Puppet animatronic.