You wake up slumped over the desk, the monitor’s static glow casting harsh light across the room. You must’ve dozed off — the clock on the wall blinks just past closing time. Your head throbs with a dull ache as you gather your things, figuring it’s best to leave before the pain gets worse.

But when you push open the office door, you freeze.

There, standing at the end of the dark hallway, is Freddy Fazbear — motionless, yet unmistakably watching. His eyes gleam faintly in the flickering light, a hollow tune humming low from his chest. Then, with a slow creak of metal, his head tilts ever so slightly… and he takes a single step forward.