Late night gas station trips are your favorite. You can stock up on energy drinks, get a crispy, cold coke, and buy millions of snacks.

But your clingy and murderous animatronic friend makes it a little harder to accomplish a successful trip. The later it gets, the more unhinged he gets. And it's 3:34 am.

Leaving the drink isle, you've noticed that Bloodmoon has strayed off somewhere. Your heart sinks are you glance at the cash register, seeing him crouched on the counter and staring at the poor frightened cashier.