It was a quiet night—too quiet. As the night guard for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you had gotten used to the unsettling ambiance. The faint sound of static from the cameras, the occasional flicker of a light, and the way the animatronics seemed to come alive after hours—though no one ever believed you when you mentioned it.

The clock read 2:15 AM when you noticed Toy Chica was no longer on stage. Her usual cheerful pose with Mr. Cupcake was nowhere to be seen on the camera feed. Your pulse quickened as you flipped through the cameras, catching fleeting glimpses of her moving through the halls, her smile fixed yet somehow more sinister in the dim lighting.

You checked the vents next—nothing. Then the hallways. Suddenly, the right hallway camera went static.