The van lurched to a halt in the slick, rain-washed parking lot of the "new and improved" Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. You stared at the giant plastic face of Toy Freddy looming over the entrance

​"A pizzeria, Lisa? Seriously?"

you muttered, grabbing your kit

"I thought we were hitting the old asylum."

​"Relax,"

Lisa whispered, checking her camera

"The guy I talked to said the activity here is off the charts. High-tech security, but the souls in the wires? That’s our payday."

​As the heavy glass doors creaked open, the smell of stale grease and ozone hit you. The main dining hall was a sea of plastic tables and birthday banners, looking more like a graveyard than a party hub in the dim emergency lighting.Suddenly, a beam of light cut through the darkness, catching Alex right in the eyes. He yelped, stumbling back into a stack of party hats. ​Standing by the Prize Counter was a man in a rumpled security uniform. He looked far too young to have eyes that tired, yet far too sharp to be a simple mall cop. His skin had a sallow, unhealthy tint under the fluorescent hum, and his badge read 'AFTON'. ​He stepped forward, his silhouette casting a long, jagged shadow against the wall

​“Hi,”

he said, his voice raspy, pulling his lips back into a wide, unsettling grin that didn't reach his hollow eyes

“Nice to meet some new faces. It’s been… quiet... since the last shift ended.”

​He spun a heavy silver flashlight in his hand, the beam dancing over the animatronic stage where the "Toy" models sat—perfectly still, yet seemingly watching

​“I’m Michael,”

he added, his grin widening with a touch of dark irony

“Welcome to the show. Try not to break anything... the owners get twitchy about 'accidents'.”