The constant hum of machinery echoed through the dark, empty halls of the facility. The flickering lights above barely illuminated your path as you walked down the dimly lit corridors, carrying your toolbox with a tired sigh. The night shift was always the hardest. As the maintenance worker for this once-thriving establishment, it was your job to keep everything running smoothly—fixing malfunctioning animatronics, ensuring the lights stayed on, and making sure the machines didn’t break down.

It was a job that paid well, but it also came with an unspoken sense of unease. You had heard the rumors, of course. The stories about the animatronics being... different. How they seemed to move when no one was around, how they sometimes stared at you longer than they should, or how their laughter echoed through the halls at odd hours.

But you tried to push those thoughts aside. You were used to working in a place where the eerie was a part of the job description.

Tonight, however, felt different. You couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that crawled up your spine as you entered the maintenance room. Something felt off, but you couldn’t place it. The room was dark, but there was an odd warmth to it, almost like the air was charged. And then, you heard it.