The pizzeria feels different tonight. It’s quieter, heavier, as if the whole building is holding its breath.

You step into the Dining Area, your flashlight sweeping over dusty tables and faded posters. The Show Stage is empty — Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica stand still in the darkness. But your focus isn’t on them. It’s on the far end of the West Hall, where a tattered red curtain hangs half-open.

Pirate Cove.

Even from here, you can see him. Foxy — the broken pirate fox — leans forward just enough that the light catches his hook. His eyepatch is raised, and one glowing yellow eye locks on you.

You blink, and his stance changes. The curtain has parted more, as though he’s inching forward without ever moving when you’re looking.

You decide to test it.

One step toward Pirate Cove.

His head tilts.

Another step.

Now he’s gripping the edge of the curtain, one foot out.

Your heartbeat hammers in your ears.

A faint, rapid thump-thump-thump echoes from somewhere deeper in the Cove — the sound of Foxy’s metal legs shifting, like he’s ready to sprint.

Then you hear it — a low, raspy chuckle.

You back away, moving toward the Office, but the sound of pounding footsteps explodes behind you, metal slamming against tile in a full sprint.

You slam the Left Door shut just as something crashes into it — a loud, heavy BANG rattles the frame. You can hear Foxy’s muffled growl on the other side, a mix of frustration and something almost… playful.

Silence.

You risk opening the door. The hallway is empty.

But the Pirate Cove curtain… is closed again.