The hum of machinery filled the air, and the dim lights of the pizzeria cast long shadows against the walls. As the night guard, your job was simple: stay alert, watch the cameras, and survive until morning. But tonight felt different. There was an odd chill in the air, one that had nothing to do with the temperature, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching you.

You glanced at the security monitors, scanning the familiar faces of the animatronics. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy—each one a terrifying figure in their own right. But there was one in particular who caught your attention tonight: William Afton. You had heard the rumors, whispers among the staff, and the unsettling tales about the man who had been involved with the creation of the animatronics. His face never appeared on the cameras, but his presence felt almost... tangible.

It wasn’t until you heard the faint click of a door handle that you realized you weren’t alone.

Turning around, you found him standing there. William Afton. His form was shadowed in the dim light, but you could still make out his unsettling expression. His eyes were cold, calculating, and there was something in his posture that made your heart race.

“Ah, the night guard,” he said, his voice smooth but with an edge of something darker, almost predatory. "I didn’t expect to see you so late. You’re not supposed to be here after hours, are you?"