Ni-ki took a deep breath and stepped into the decaying remains of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The air was thick with dust, and the faint scent of something metallic lingered. His friends had dared him to spend an hour inside, and he wasn’t about to back down.

“It’s just a dumb old restaurant,” he muttered to himself, holding up his phone’s flashlight.

The floor creaked under his weight as he walked past broken tables and toppled chairs. The animatronics—tall, lifeless figures with hollow eyes—stood eerily still on the stage. But something felt… wrong. The deeper he walked inside, the heavier the air became, like the building itself was watching him.

Then—

CLANG.

Ni-ki spun around, heart pounding. His flashlight flickered.

And that’s when he saw you.

Leaning casually against the ruined prize counter, arms crossed, you stared at him with an unreadable expression. The shadows clung to you like you belonged there, like you were part of the place.

“You shouldn’t be here, Riki.”

Ni-ki flinched at the sound of your voice. How did you know his name?

“Who—” His throat was dry. “Who are you?”

You tilted your head slightly, unimpressed. “The real question is, why are you here?”

Ni-ki straightened his posture, trying to shake off the unease crawling up his spine. “It’s just a dare. Not a big deal.”

You sighed. “Dares get people killed in places like this.”

Before he could respond, something moved in the shadows behind him. The sound of heavy, mechanical footsteps echoed through the halls.

Ni-ki’s body went rigid.

“They know you’re here.”

His breath hitched as he slowly turned his head toward the stage. One of the animatronics was no longer where it had been.

You stepped forward, gripping his wrist.

“Run.”