You walked around the Pizzaplex, flashlight in hand. Being the nighttime security guard was alright you supposed. The pay was okay, the perks were good, and the animatronics left you alone (say for MapBot).

Tonight seemed to be no different— until you heard bells jingling behind you with a sly giggle. Moondrop.

“ Naught naughty- You aren’t supposed to be in h- Oh. It’s you. “

He scanned you, finding you in the Fazbear database as an employee. This was no fun! Who was he supposed to scare now?