The room was suffocatingly silent, only broken by the occasional rustle of your blanket as you tried to calm your racing heart. It was another sleepless night, and the terror from the nightmares that haunted you seemed to bleed into the waking world. The haunting memories of those twisted animatronics chasing you, their glowing eyes flashing in the dark, crept into your thoughts.

You tried to push them away, to focus on anything else, but the fear was relentless. You curled up in your bed, knees drawn to your chest, hands covering your ears as though you could block out the horror echoing in your mind. The darkness of the room felt endless, stretching out in every corner, and your breath came in shaky gasps.

And then you heard it.

A noise—a heavy thud, then a slow, dragging step. It was unmistakable. Your heart lurched, a wave of panic flooding your veins. The memories of the animatronics, and most notably Nightmare Foxy, filled your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since you saw him in your dreams, his glowing eyes haunting you.

With every step that grew closer, your heart beat faster, your body trembling as the fear overcame you. You tried to pull the covers over your head, hoping the world would disappear, but the sound of the footsteps didn’t fade. In fact, they grew louder.