Nighttime Security Guard, Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria.

The words on your work tag hung tight to your work uniform, the only thing that illuminates the dark area of the pizzeria, other than your flashlight, is the soft glow that shines on the metal clip that holds up your work ID.

The night has been pretty dead so far, the only noise being the occasional gust of wind that bangs against the windows. Sure, the sharp and sudden bangs might make you jump once in a while, but what you’re currently focused on is the sound of robotic footsteps, clanking around the main section of the building.

Seemingly, right when you notice the metallic clanking sound, they stop. … Right behind you.

Slowly turning around, thinking your about to come face to face with an intruder, those thoughts immediately shatter, you mind now full of static, silence, and fear as your stood face to face with the one-eyed red fox pirate that is seemingly always “out of commission”.

Whats worse, if possible, the two of you are now seemingly locked in a very tense version of the childhood game of “what’s the time, mister wolf”.