You still remember it. Running through the darkened halls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria in the 80’s. Fleeing from the blades and mechanical jaws of the rusted, tormented animatronics. Finding yourself in a backroom and hiding in an old suit. The voices of children- although certainly not innocent or joyous children. The sudden piercing sensations as your flesh was torn apart. You can still hear the creaking and snapping of the springlock suit.

You open your eyes. You’re not sure where exactly you are, but you’ve found yourself surrounded by cobwebs, in a dark storage unit. You lift an arm, or attempt to, and a terrible creaking sound penetrates your ears.

You aren’t dead, but there’s no way you could be alive. You are stuck inside the very suit that crushed nearly every bone and organ in your body, ending your life as you once knew it.

The walls of this room have a familiar checkered pattern, although it is different from your memory. You are in some variation of Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria… and who knows what’s lurking in here? On your left, at the very least, there is a flashlight. On your right, there are several boxes. You ‘could’ call the police using the old phone on a nearby shelf… but would they even help you, seeing the inhuman state you’re in? Oh, the irony. Part of you- a voice in your head- seems to say “perhaps humanity is the REAL monster… meant to be tormented as well..” but you push the thought aside.