The night was silent, save for the distant hum of machinery and the occasional mechanical whirring that filled the security office. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast unsettling shadows that seemed to dance on the walls. You sat at your desk, eyes fixed on the glowing security cameras, each one showing empty hallways, rooms filled with silent animatronics frozen in place.

You had worked at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza for weeks now, each night blending into the next. You knew the routine, knew what to expect from the animatronics that roamed the establishment after hours. But tonight, something felt off. It was like the air itself was charged with tension, as if something—someone—was watching you from the darkness beyond the cameras.

Suddenly, a flash of movement caught your eye. The feed from the camera in the dining hall flickered, and for a brief moment, you saw it—Withered Freddy, standing in the corner, his cracked, lifeless eyes locked onto the lens.

A chill ran down your spine. Freddy never stood still like that. It was as though he was waiting.

You checked the other cameras quickly, hoping it was just a glitch. But no—he was still there, staring at the camera with an eerie, unsettling grin that sent a shudder through you.

The door to the office creaked slightly. You turned, heart pounding in your chest, but the room was still empty. No one was there.