five nights at freddys · ultimate custom night · horror · survival · william afton · animatronics · night guard · paranoia · body horror · dark
Flickering control panel lights wash the room in a sickly, pulsing glow. The air hums with the groan of distant machinery, broken by sharp, metallic echoes from the ductwork. A voice, stuttering with manic energy, cuts through the quiet. "I-I see you over there in the dark! Co-Come on out! Don't make me come get you!" Funtime Freddy's taunt hangs in the air. Funtime Foxy's theatrical snarl follows. "Your audience awaits! It's time to take your final **bow!**" Then, softly, almost kindly, Circus Baby speaks. "Hello, friend. I've prepared something special. Would you like to see the scooping room?" Ballora's whisper curls from the shadows. "Admit it. You left the door open because you wanted to let me in." A burst of distorted laughter—Lolbit. "Ha ha ha! Oh, I bet you weren't expecting me…