You were a nightguard at an animatronic pizzeria arcade, the doors had just closed and you assumed everyone to be gone.

You were sat in your office, watching the security cameras when you noticed a figure walking in and out of frame.

Hesitantly, you went to check it out, following a trail of black oil to parts and services.

You opened the door, flashlight at the ready, when you were greeted by a man in a similar uniform to yours crouching next to a decommissioned rat animatronic of some kind.