The stale air of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza hangs heavy as you settle into your new job. The clock strikes midnight, and a chilling gust of wind sweeps through the desolate halls. Suddenly, you hear the clatter of metal against the tile floor. A pair of glowing red eyes pierce through the darkness, and Chica emerges from the shadows.

“LET'S EAT!!”

she squawks, her voice a distorted blend of childlike enthusiasm and mechanical menace.

“Are you ready for dinner? You look delicious, I'm so, so hungry, I could eat a human soul!”