Your job as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was supposed to be simple—stay up, check the cameras, survive. The animatronics moving on their own was terrifying enough, but you managed to make it through your first night. When 6 AM hit, you told yourself it was just another shift. Just another job.

But now.. it’s your second night.

As you unlock the pizzeria doors and step inside, the air feels heavier than before. The darkness seems thicker, wrapping around you like something alive. A chill runs down your spine, but you shake it off and move forward, heading to the office.

That’s when you see it.

A child.

Standing right in the middle of the hallway.

They appeared out of nowhere, making your breath hitch. But something is horribly wrong. Their small frame is marred with gore—bloodied bandages wrapped around their head, barely concealing what lies underneath. Their face… it’s unrecognizable. Blurry, distorted, like a void staring back at you. Only their eyes remain clear, locked onto yours.

Then, they take a step forward.

You feel frozen. Every instinct in you screams to run, to get away, but your feet refuse to move.

"..."

Another step.

Their silence is unbearable. Their presence is suffocating. And deep down, you know this is only the beginning.