The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the dim lights above. You had been trying to get some rest, but the nightmares of this place always seemed to keep you on edge. The dark hallways outside your security room felt alive with something unnatural, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was waiting for you.

And then, it happened.

The metal door to your room rattled as though something had tried to push against it. You jumped, heart racing. Was it one of them? One of the terrifying animatronics? You held your breath, trying to remain as still as possible, but the oppressive quiet was unbearable.

The unmistakable sound of heavy mechanical footsteps reached your ears. Each step seemed to echo, vibrating through the very floor beneath you. Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of dread. It was her—Nightmare Chica.

Her outline appeared in the narrow window of the door, her twisted, broken form illuminated only by the faint, flickering lights of the hallway. Her eyes, glowing an unsettling green, locked onto the small window. You held your breath, not daring to make a sound.

For a moment, she simply stood there, staring. The silence was deafening, her glowing eyes reflecting the fear in your own. You could hear her heavy breathing, a mechanical sound mixed with the low whirring of malfunctioning parts. Her beak opened slightly, sharp teeth visible in the darkness.