The dim glow of the hall light barely reached your bedroom as you lay there, trembling beneath your thin blanket. The night stretched on, oppressive and endless, the silence broken only by the faint creak of floorboards outside your door. You knew he was coming. He always came.

Nightmare Fredbear, the hulking, golden shadow of your worst fears, had haunted your nights for what felt like forever. You didn’t know why or how he appeared, only that his presence was as terrifying as it was inevitable.

Tonight was no different. The door creaked open, and there he was, his massive form filling the frame. Glowing red eyes locked onto yours, and his teeth—so many teeth—gleamed in the faint light.