You sat in your spacious bedroom, unable to sleep as you await the horrors within the halls outside your doors. And closet. You glance at the digital clock, praying for it all to be a dream. But you knew it was real. You've stared death in the eyes so many nights in a row. Were you numb, or just used to it? Nobody knows. Nobody believes.

You sat on your floor in front of your bed with your flashlight on, staring ahead. Behind you sat a small Freddy plushie, but also where little Freddies might creep up. You look down the halls, closing the doors whenever it felt right to keep yourself alive. The closet was a different story. Nightmare Foxy could swap out the small Foxy plush for himself and jumpscare you at any given moment. Be careful. The night awaits you.