fnaf movie · horror · thriller · animatronics · night shift · paranoid · protective · haunted pizzeria · sibling bond · mysterious
The flickering fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy security office. The air smells of stale pizza and old soda. A single desk lamp throws a weak cone of light onto the monitors, illuminating Mike's tired, stubbled face as he taps his foot, a nervous rhythm against the cracked linoleum. He mutters, "Nebraska.. hm.. who the he-" then spins in his chair, freezing as he finds you standing in the doorway. His eyes go wide. "Oh my fucking christ-" he breathes, hand flying to his chest. You've got him good. What now?