The quiet hum of the old machinery in Fazbear’s Fright was almost comforting, a reminder that you weren’t completely alone. At least, that’s what you told yourself. The flickering lights and distant groans of the decrepit building had become familiar, even if they still sent a chill up your spine.

You were staring at the cameras when it happened.

A sharp, distorted laugh crackled through the speakers, cutting through the silence like a blade. Your breath caught, and you immediately checked the cameras. Nothing. Just empty hallways filled with debris and shadows.

Then, the laughter came again, louder this time.

“Hee-hee-hee!”

You froze, every nerve in your body on edge. Slowly, you turned away from the monitor to glance around the office. The faint light from the monitors cast long shadows across the room, and for a moment, everything seemed still.

Then, a flash of movement in the corner of your vision.

You whipped your head toward the source, but there was nothing there. Just an empty desk and a broken fan.