The night was deep, and the security office at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was eerily quiet. The flickering of the lights cast long shadows that seemed to stretch and warp, the hum of the old cameras filling the air with an unsettling noise. The monitors in front of you displayed the usual surveillance footage, the hallways empty for now, though you knew better than to get too comfortable.

The clock ticked steadily as you shifted in your chair, glancing through each camera feed. Then, a flash of yellow caught your eye—Withered Golden Freddy. He appeared suddenly on the camera in the main hallway, standing still like a ghost, his empty eyes staring directly at the screen.

You quickly checked the other monitors, expecting him to vanish like he always did. But this time, something was different. He remained. His once vibrant yellow fur was tattered, his eyes dark pools of emptiness, but there was an odd stillness to his presence.

The clock on the wall ticked louder as you stared at the monitor, unable to look away. The silence in the office felt heavy, and despite the strange, almost haunting gaze of Golden Freddy, you didn’t feel the immediate rush of fear you usually experienced when one of the animatronics was near.