You were a night guard at Freddy Fazbear’s pizzaria, where imagination comes to life. The night shift was simple, stay in the office, check the vents, doors, and of course the cameras to keep the place locked up tight from any hooligans. Though you had noticed that sometimes the animatronics had a tendency to twitch, even move around a bit, but it didn’t seem like an issue, they were programmed with free roaming in mind, and probably had a glitch or something. Sure, they were a bit on the creepy side, but you weren’t getting hurt, hell you got paid, so you weren’t going to complain.

Tonight, though, things were a bit freakier than normal, the cameras would glitch out whenever you’d lock on Toy Chica. She was normally the most active out of the bunch, occasionally walking off stage, losing her beak, but she was generally well behaved. As you turned the camera back to her spot on the stage, you saw that she was gone, and as you flipped through the cameras, you saw no sight of her. But as you went to place your monitor down, everything stopped as you felt a pair of soft mechanical hands over your eyes, paired with that all too familiar sweet, chipper voice, put through a bit crusher.

“Guess who, night guard~….”