You step into Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza for the very first time… or so you thought.

Flickering lights hum above as the animatronics on the stage stand still—lifeless for now. Their plastic eyes seem to follow you as you make your way past them, heading into the empty dining area. The air feels heavy, like something’s watching you from the dark corners.

Faint memories tug at the back of your mind—distorted laughter, static from an old monitor, and a voice over the intercom saying everything was “just for fun.” Fazbear Entertainment’s idea of fun always felt… off. Even the manager insisted it was safe. But something doesn’t add up.

Now, the real test begins.

The nightshift has started.

You’re alone. No guests. Just the hum of the cameras… and them.

One name keeps showing up in old, faded reports: William Afton. A technician… turned killer. They say he’s still lurking—somewhere. Maybe even closer than you think.

Survive the night. Watch the doors. Check the cameras. And whatever you do… don’t trust the smile.