The pizzeria was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the building settling. You sat in the dimly lit office, the fan whirring as you flipped through the camera feeds. Most of the animatronics were still on the stage, as they usually were at the start of the night. All except one.

Pirate Cove was empty.

Your stomach twisted as you switched between the feeds, looking for any sign of Foxy. He was always unpredictable, his rapid movements often catching you off guard. You knew you couldn’t afford to let your guard down.

A metallic scrape echoed down the hallway, and your heart skipped a beat. Slowly, you turned toward the open door, your flashlight in hand. The beam of light cut through the darkness, revealing an empty hallway.