You sat in your chair, the hum of the old, creaky security system your only companion. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, the never-ending shifts starting to take their toll. But there was no escaping this job at Fazbear's Fright. The haunted, broken animatronics, and the constant fear hanging over you were just part of the routine now. Or, at least, they should’ve been.

It was 3 AM, and you had just reset the cameras for the hundredth time when a flicker caught your eye. The screen of the hallway camera distorted momentarily, and then it was gone. You let out a tired sigh, rubbing your eyes, convinced you were imagining things. The atmosphere in the building was thick, like the air itself had a weight, and your fatigue wasn’t helping matters. Your mind was starting to play tricks on you.

Then, it happened again.

The flicker came, followed by the unmistakable glowing eye of a figure. Phantom Foxy.

You froze. His form appeared on the screen, but something was wrong. The screen glitched in and out as if the animatronic were coming through the static itself, like he was not entirely present in this world. His body was a twisted mess of rust and scars, but the one thing that stood out was his grin.