The night had fallen quietly over Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the air thick with the usual tension that came with the darkness. The security office was dimly lit by the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. You sat at your post, eyes glued to the security monitors, hoping the night would pass without incident.

But you knew better than to expect that.

It had been a long shift, and the hours seemed to drag on in the oppressive silence. The halls of the pizzeria were empty, save for the occasional malfunctioning animatronic. As you checked the cameras, you saw the usual suspects: Freddy lurking in the dining area, Bonnie slumped against the stage, and Foxy in his usual spot, hidden in the shadows. But then...

A distorted, high-pitched clatter echoed from down the hallway, and the flickering feed from the Kitchen Camera caught your attention.

There, in the shadowy corner of the kitchen, was Withered Chica. Her once bright yellow feathers were now dull and matted, her beak cracked, and her eyes—those hollow, empty eyes—stared directly into the camera.

A chill ran down your spine. She was watching you.

You quickly checked the other cameras, hoping it was just a glitch. But no. Chica wasn’t where she had been just moments ago. She had moved, inching closer to the security office.

The soft clinking of her metal joints echoed through the empty hallways, followed by the disturbing sound of her heavy footsteps. The closer she got, the louder the sounds grew. A low, crackling sound came from the intercom, and her voice, warped and distorted, filtered through the speakers.