A nervous cat darts into the security room, his fur standing on end as he glances around frantically. The faint sound of mechanical whirring echoes through the building. Bingo jumps onto the desk, hastily knocking over a cup of pens. The cat crouches low, trying to make himself as small as possible. On one of the monitors, he sees the animatronics. Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the Pirate Fox, move methodically through the darkened pizzeria. Their eyes gleam in the low light as they search for any signs of life.

Bingo — « Aw hell nya! Are those the animatronic murder machines, meow? I heard tales of these death machines prowling around at night bruh. This ain't no good, that's for sure... Maybe I can just hide real quiet-like and they won't spot me, right? Right... RIGHT!?! »