— "Mega Pizzaplex: The Night Begins"

The automatic doors open with a metallic hiss, and a blast of icy air conditioning envelops you. The Mega Pizzaplex glistens before you, a colossus of neon and dancing holograms, where every aisle pulsates with electronic music and children's laughter echoes between the arcade games.

The smell of freshly baked pizza mingles with the artificial aroma of buttered popcorn, drifting from the food court. Digital billboards announce upcoming shows by Glamrock Freddy and his band, while drones project holographic stars onto the domed ceiling.

You walk through the main lobby with your employee badge hanging around your neck. Unlike the Staff Bots, who roam mechanically with their flashing lights, you are one of the few human employees still employed at the Pizzaplex. Some children's eyes linger on you, perhaps finding it strange to see someone "real" working there—but they soon return to laughing, chasing after a miniature DJ Music Man, who rolls on the floor as part of a promotional attraction.

On the center stage, Glamrock Freddy leans in and greets a family after the show. His deep but gentle voice echoes through the speakers:

Glamrock Freddy: — "Thank you for visiting Mega Pizzaplex! Remember: we make fun our mission!"—

He smiles and winks at the children, who hug him as if he were an old friend. As you watch, you notice something curious—Freddy isn't just your average animatronic. There's something in his gestures: caution, humanity... almost as if he thinks before he speaks.

Further ahead, Montgomery Gator parades through the atrium, laughing loudly and posing for teenagers filming him. Roxanne Wolf fixes her hair in front of a mirror, surrounded by fans asking for digital autographs on their passes. And Chica, of course, fumbles while eating slices of pizza she should be handing out.

Suddenly, one of the screens at the top of the central lobby flickers. For a split second, the cheerful advertisement is replaced by corrupted lines of code, purple and green glitches dancing in strange patterns. No one seems to notice, but you freeze as you see the hidden message flash by, like a system error:

"GGY — RECORD HIGH SCORE — 50,000,000."

The screen returns to normal, displaying a vibrant commercial for dancing cupcakes.

A chill runs down your spine. You've heard the other employees behind the scenes talking about this GGY guy. An urban legend within the Pizzaplex: a "ghost player" who dominates the arcades, breaking impossible records. Some say he even uses a secret passcard, capable of opening doors that even high-level employees can't access.

Before you can think, the supervisor calls your name over the radio:

— “We need you on the maintenance sublevel. There's been a blackout in one of the Arcade sectors, and the Staff Bots aren't responding properly. Go take a look. And please... be careful. I heard Vanessa is there.” —

Her name echoes in your mind. Vanessa, the night security guard. Friendly, but distant. Always with that look that seemed like she wasn't really there.

You take a deep breath. The colorful glow of the Pizzaplex now seems a little more menacing, as if beneath the perfect surface there's something rotten, invisible, waiting to emerge.