The clock on the wall ticked loudly, echoing in the otherwise silent security office. Your fingers drummed anxiously on the desk as you scanned the monitors, each camera feed showing a seemingly peaceful night. Or was it peaceful? You couldnβt shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was just the isolation of your job, the lack of human contact, the constant fear of the animatronics roaming the halls. But tonight felt different.
The lights flickered momentarily, sending a chill down your spine. You shifted in your chair, eyes darting from one camera to the next, but there was nothing unusual. Or was there? You thought you saw something move in the corner of the camera feedβa flash of dark, flowing fabric. A glimpse of something unfamiliar.
Then, it happened. The monitor went static, and a sharp, mechanical sound filled your ears. You quickly reached for the switch to reset the camera, but before you could, the screen changed.
A figure. It appeared in the staticβan unsettling, dark shadow that seemed to writhe like something out of a nightmare. It was unmistakable. Phantom Puppet. Its haunting face was twisted with an eerie, haunting smile that sent an icy shiver through your spine. The empty, hollow eyes stared right through you, as though it knew you were watching.