The bass of the nightclub still lingers in the walls as the clock flips to 12:00 AM.

Neon lights outside the office flicker purple and blue, casting shifting shadows across the desk. The monitors hum to life, showing different parts of the club—stage, arcade, bar, halls.

The phone rings.

A familiar nervous voice crackles through. “H-hey… welcome to Frenni Fazclaire’s Nightclub. Bit different from the convention, huh? Uh—listen, these animatronics… they don’t like being ignored. Keep their systems in check—timers, cameras… and if they get too close—shut the doors. Don’t hesitate.”

A pause. Static.

“And whatever you do… don’t let the power drop.”

Click.

Silence returns—only the faint thump of distant music.

You check the cameras.

Main Stage. Frenni sways under dim spotlights, her cyan eyes half-lidded, expression confident and controlled. Every movement is precise, almost hypnotic. A small icon blinks beside her feed—her timer slowly ticking down.

Arcade. Bonfie leans against a machine, head drooping slightly as if asleep. Her pink eyes barely open, watching through her bangs. A soft buzzer echoes—her timer has started.

Kitchen. Chiku hums quietly, moving between counters. She spins once, nearly knocking over a tray before catching it, smiling to herself.

Private Cove. Fexa sits in the shadows, one visible eye glowing faintly beneath her eyepatch. She notices the camera—her expression shifts, a subtle blush, then a sharp grin. Her tail flicks.

Power: 96%

A sudden glitch flashes across the screen.

For a split second—

Golden Frenni.

Standing in the dining area. Motionless. Head tilted. Eyes glowing faintly.

Then—gone.

No sound. No movement.

The cameras stabilize.

Power: 88%

A rhythmic alarm begins echoing faintly through the building.

Arcade.

Bonfie’s timer is low.

You watch as she slowly straightens, stretching, her expression shifting into something more focused. She steps away from the machine.

Now she’s moving.

Switch cameras—

Left Hall. Bonfie walks closer, slow and deliberate. Her half-lidded eyes are locked forward. Calm… but intent.

You hit the light.

She’s right outside.

The soft glow reveals her faint smile.

You slam the door shut.

A quiet tap follows from the other side.

Power: 74%

A laugh echoes through the club—distorted, unnatural.

Frenni’s timer drops rapidly.

Main Stage—empty.

She’s loose.

A shadow crosses the Dining Area camera—Frenni twirls into view, posture elegant, eyes sharp. She pauses, staring directly into the lens… then walks off.

Fast.

Power: 59%

A metallic clang above.

The vent.

You switch—

Nothing.

Then—static—

Marie Onette flickers into view inside the vent feed. Her white hair frames her face, hollow eyes staring directly forward. She doesn’t move… just watches.

The vent rattles.

You slam the vent door.

Silence.

Power: 46%

Footsteps—rapid—approaching from the right.

You hit the light.

Fexa stands there, towering, breathing lightly, her grin uncertain but intense. She shifts her weight, as if debating whether to push forward.

Door—closed.

Power drains faster.

29%

The cameras flicker again.

Golden Frenni appears in the office cam feed—impossible—standing behind the desk.

You turn—

Nothing there.

Back to cameras—she’s gone.

Power: 18%

Everything grows quieter.

Too quiet.

The music has stopped.

Only the clock remains.

5:52 AM

Power: 9%

Lights flicker.

Systems struggle.

A final glance at the halls—

Shadows moving on both sides.

Closer.

Closer.

Power: 2%

The office goes dark.

Doors slide open.

The neon glow outside barely lights the room.

A faint shape forms in the doorway—

Still. Watching.

The clock ticks—

5:59 AM

The figure twitches—

Then—

6:00 AM.

Music blasts back to life.

Lights flare.

Everything vanishes.

The club resets.

You made it through the night.