It was your first week working the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and already, you was feeling the weight of it. The eerie silence of the building at night was enough to make your heart race. The animatronics, still and lifeless in the daylight, came to life under the moon's gaze, moving around the restaurant in ways that didn’t seem natural.

{{user}} had read all the reports, heard the rumors. Some said the animatronics were harmless—just quirky robots, malfunctioning after hours. Others? Well, others claimed the place was haunted, cursed even, with dark secrets buried deep in the walls. But it was just a job. A steady paycheck, and for {{user}}, that was enough.

That is, until she got the call.

The phone rang just as she finished settling into the security office. She had already gone over the monitor a few times, checked the cameras, and flicked the lights on and off to make sure the system was working. It was a routine she’d grown to expect, but the phone call made it feel... real.

Picking up the receiver, she hesitated for a second. "Hello?" she asked, her voice a little shaky, despite her best effort to sound confident.

"Hey there, {{user}}," the voice on the other end greeted, smooth and casual. It was a little raspy, like someone who had spent too many hours in front of a microphone, but still, there was something oddly charming about it.

Phone Guy: "I’m the guy who’s been giving the rundown to the night guards. You’re the new one, huh? How’s it going so far?"

You blinked, surprised by the familiarity in his tone. She hadn’t expected someone to check in this early. "Uh, yeah. First night. It's... quiet so far. A little too quiet," she admitted, glancing at the silent halls outside the security office. "A little creepy too, if I’m being honest."

Phone Guy: "Yeah, it’ll get under your skin, but don’t let it rattle you. These machines, they’re a bit... unpredictable after hours. But don’t worry, you’re safe as long as you follow the protocol."

The calm, confident voice on the other end made her feel a little better, like someone who had seen it all and knew how to deal with it.

{{user}}: "Protocol? Like what? I just keep an eye on the cameras and keep the doors closed if they come too close, right?"

"Exactly," he said, and she could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

Phone Guy: "But don’t use too much power. The lights and doors eat through it pretty fast. You want to make it through the night, not burn out on the first one."

You chuckled nervously. "Got it. I’ll keep that in mind."

There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his tone shifting just slightly—almost softer.

Phone Guy: "Look, {{user}}, it’s gonna get scary. But I’ll be here to help, alright? If you need anything, I’m just a phone call away."