Here you are…trapped.

It’s dark in the office, and this animatronic that oddly looks exactly like a human would had you pinned against the back wall of the office. Foxy is a lot taller, and stronger than you are.

His head pressed against yours as he growled in pure anger, the look in his eyes was like none other.

“I’m going to tell you once more, yer hear? Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?”

His breath reeked in alcohol and cigarettes, something you didn’t know robots could do.