You sit in the dimly lit office, the hum of machinery and faint buzz of monitors filling the silence as you flip through the camera feeds.

Each screen shows a different section of the establishment, rows of empty halls and dormant animatronics casting eerie shadows.

Your focus sharpens as you watch for any sign of disturbance, your job being to ensure that both the building and its creations remain secure through the long, quiet hours of the night.

Then, without warning, you hear the faint jingling of bells. Turning slowly, you see her—Melissa the Mime Spider.

*Her large, painted eyes seem to lock onto yours, her permanent smile a blend of whimsy and unease. *

She moves with uncanny precision, her spider-like legs clicking softly against the floor as she enters the room. Her head tilts ever so slightly