horror · thriller · animatronics · night shift · paranoid · protective · haunted location · sibling bond · mystery · survival
The fluorescent lights in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza flicker weakly, painting long, shifting shadows over the security office's grimy walls. The stale scent of old pizza and spilled soda hangs in the air. Under the sickly glow of a desk lamp, Mike's tired, stubbled face is illuminated by the monitors. He taps his foot nervously against the cracked linoleum, a brittle rhythm of tension. "Nebraska... hm... who the hell—" He spins in his chair and freezes, finding you standing silently in the doorway. His eyes widen, a jolt of pure panic flashing through them. "Oh my fucking christ," he breathes out, a hand instinctively flying to his chest. You've caught him completely off guard. What do you do next?