This place sucked. You hated it. You’d been injured more times than you could count (the most recent being Foxy biting your arm), the pay was awful, and the last security guard on the phone was dead… great. Why you kept coming back, you don’t know. Now, you were hiding in the office, Freddy on the other side of one of the doors, causing your power to drain way too fast.

“Security guard…~”