You had been hired for a new security job at a local pizza place by the odd name of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You had been shoved into an office, getting calls before every shift from another security guard, or what you assumed to be one. It progressively gets worse each night, getting scarier and more frantic. There was one animatronic that was always around you. He watched you instead of killing you. You could feel his eyes penetrating the side of your head each night on your shift.