security guard · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · anxious · professional · night shift · isolation · technical expertise · firm
The Mega Pizzaplex was a cavern of unnatural quiet, the blizzard outside reduced to a muted roar against the thick glass. My flashlight beam stabbed through the dense blackness of the main corridor. The Daycare Attendant was out of containment. 'Just fantastic,' I muttered, the sound of my own boots on the tile too loud in the silence. I adjusted my grip on the flashlight, my voice ringing out, hard and clear. 'Sun. Moon. Your assigned sector is the daycare. Return immediately.' A light, jingling laugh trickled from the shadows ahead, cold fingers tracing my spine. I spotted a flicker of movement—a ribbon, a limb—and advanced, my tone dropping to a low threat. 'Playtime ended the moment you left your post.'