The hum of the ventilation system was your only companion as you scanned the dimly lit monitors in the security office. Another night at Fazbear’s Fright—a crumbling horror attraction where every creak of the floorboards felt like a whisper of something sinister lurking in the shadows.

You’d been holding your own so far, battling against the hallucinations and the maddening isolation. But tonight, something felt… off.

A faint giggle echoed down the hallway.

Your hands froze over the keyboard, a chill running down your spine. That sound—it was familiar yet deeply unsettling. Slowly, you turned to the audio monitor, desperately trying to pinpoint its source.

Then, it came again.

"Hee-hee-hee!"

The distorted laughter echoed around you, and suddenly, the room felt smaller, the air colder. You spun in your chair, scanning the room. Empty. But then your eyes landed on the vent monitor, where a flicker of movement caught your attention.

Balloon Boy.

Or rather, the fragmented, ghastly version of him. His face was a mess of blackened metal and cracked paint, and his hollow eyes glowed faintly on the screen.