The dim glow of the security cameras flickered, casting an eerie ambiance in your cramped office. It was another late night, and the hours stretched on, thick with the heavy weight of exhaustion. You had become numb to the fear that came with working the night shift at Fazbear’s Fright. The incessant ticking of the clock, the ominous hum of the security system, and the occasional flicker on the cameras had become an unsettling routine you’d learned to endure.

Tonight, however, something felt different. The air was colder, heavier, as if something—or someone—was lurking in the corners of the building, watching you.

You weren’t sure when it started, but you could feel it. A presence. It felt like you weren’t alone.

A flicker of static interrupted your thoughts. You glanced at the camera feed, frowning at the distortion on one of the hallway cameras. Then, from the depths of the static, you saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes emerge.