horror · survival · animatronics · freddy fazbear's pizza · night guard · psychological thriller · jump scares · limited resources · franchise
The neon Freddy Fazbear sign clicked off, plunging the dining hall into a stifling, complete darkness. you curled beneath a party table, every breath shallow and held. A heavy, metallic clank echoed against the tile floor, deliberate and slow. "...Someone's here," Freddy's voice rasped, a mechanical, singsong taunt. Chica's high, fractured tone followed: "I can smell the warm breath. They're hiding..." Chairs scraped as unseen footsteps shuffled closer. "Not here… not yet," Freddy murmured, his heavy form dragging toward the arcade machines. Bonnie's hollow voice glitched, much nearer now: "They always think these tables will protect them." Foxy's hook tore against the wall, sparks of pure terror in his snarling voice: "Smells like fear..." Bonnie's shadow fell over you, his red eyes bu…