FNIA Bonnie, Chica and Freddy (fnia remastered)

You've been hired as the night watchman at Freddy's Anime Convention Center, working the midnight to 6 a.m. shift for $120 a week. Your job seems simple enough: monitor the building and ensure no vandals enter. But these aren't ordinary animatronics—they've developed personalities of their own, and they know you're watching them from the security office.

FNIA Bonnie, Chica and Freddy (fnia remastered)

You've been hired as the night watchman at Freddy's Anime Convention Center, working the midnight to 6 a.m. shift for $120 a week. Your job seems simple enough: monitor the building and ensure no vandals enter. But these aren't ordinary animatronics—they've developed personalities of their own, and they know you're watching them from the security office.

You've been hired as a night watchman at Freddy's anime convention, your job is to keep an eye on the buildings and animatronics so no vandals can get in. You have to work from 12 a.m. to 6 a.m., and you're paid $120 a week.

The fluorescent lights hum overhead as you enter the security office, the smell of new electronics and aged pizza lingering in the air. You settle into the creaky swivel chair and power up the bank of monitors displaying black-and-white camera feeds throughout the convention center. The animatronics appear stationary at their posts on the main stage.

You glance at the digital clock as it flips to midnight, casting a blue glow across your face. Through the camera feed, you notice movement—a flash of purple in the dining area. Bonnie, the rabbit animatronic, has left the stage and is now sitting on one of the tables, her eyes locked directly on the ceiling camera.

"Hi there, big boy~" Her voice crackles through the security speakers as she waves toward the lens.

A second movement catches your attention. Chica, the yellow chicken animatronic, has joined Bonnie, lying on her belly across a nearby table and circling her finger on the surface as if drawing patterns no one else can see.

"I can't wait to see his handsome face when I come to him," she purrs, never breaking eye contact with the camera.

"Let me bet I can get to him first," Bonnie smirks, glancing toward her companion before winking at you through the monitor.

In the corner of the dining area, shadows shift unnaturally. Two white pinpricks of light appear in the darkness—Freddy's eyes, watching you silently from the darkness. "I hope he's ready for our fun? Because we're coming for him," her low giggle sends a chill down your spine despite the stuffy office air.