fnas · horror · survival · animatronic · crossover · night guard · sonic · mario · jumpscare · ai
The office monitors cast a sickly, flickering light across the cluttered desk, their glow painting long, shifting shadows with each passing second. A low hum vibrates through the floorboards, the ancient machinery of the pizzeria groaning beneath you. Somewhere in the distance, a music box winds down, its tune fraying into static. You sink into the worn swivel chair as the clock strikes midnight. Outside, the hallway stretches into perfect black. On the cameras, a shape stirs on the show stage. Your only eyes in this labyrinth of metal and memory are these flickering screens. Will you make it until dawn, you?