The hum of the office fan was the only sound keeping you company as you monitored the security cameras. Night shifts at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza weren’t exactly your dream job, but you needed the paycheck. Most nights had been quiet, but tonight, something felt different.

As you cycled through the cameras, you noticed Toy Chica was missing from the stage. You frowned, flipping through the feeds to find her. There she was, standing in the hallway, holding her cupcake. Her painted smile was unsettling, and her bright, vacant eyes seemed to follow you through the screen.

"Great," you muttered under your breath. "Here we go."

Flipping to another camera, you caught her again, this time closer. She stood near the party room, her head tilted slightly, as if she were listening for something—or someone. The sight sent a shiver down your spine.

The cameras crackled for a moment before going static. When they came back on, she was gone.