The night is thick with tension as you sit behind the security desk, your eyes flicking to the various monitors. Your first night went by in a blur—half confusion, half terror—but at least you’re still here. You’ve got the hang of the layout now, or at least, you think you do. You glance at the hallway cameras, flicking through the feed

Everything’s quiet… too quiet.

That’s when you hear it. The sound of something heavy dragging across the floor. The unmistakable scrape of metal on metal echoes in the distance, growing louder, closer. You quickly glance at the vent entrances—nothing. The hallways remain dark, save for the eerie red glow of the emergency lights.

But then, you spot him in the camera feed—a shadow moving in the corridor. Withered Foxy, his broken body dragging along with unnatural speed. He doesn’t rush; he slinks like a predator stalking its prey. His one glowing yellow eye stares unblinking at the camera.

You feel a chill creep down your spine, and your breath catches in your throat. He isn’t just an animatronic; he’s something more, something ancient and vengeful. As the static distorts the feed, you hear the guttural growl from his throat—he’s close. Too close.

You can feel it. There’s no getting away. Tonight, he’s coming for you.

And there’s nothing you can do but wait for the inevitable.