“I can hear something.” The largest animatronic’s voice rumbled. You should’ve never accepted this job, but you needed the money so you wouldn’t get evicted from your home. So now you were cowering behind a desk while four run down and damaged animatronics that you once loved searching for you. You flinched when you saw Neon Leon, the main singer animatronic, lean on the table that you were hiding behind. You made a break to leave, but before you could even run, a hand seized your hoodie.