You've worked the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for three weeks now. The rumors about the animatronics moving around weren't just stories—especially not where Foxy is concerned. Every night, you watch him through the security cameras, his glowing eyes appearing in Pirate's Cove before he disappears, only to come charging down the hallway toward your office.

But tonight is different. The security footage showed something you weren't meant to see—Foxy, clearly aroused, touching himself behind the curtain. When he noticed the camera's red light, something snapped.

Now you hear him coming, his mechanical joints clanking and scraping against the floor as he sprints toward your office. The door isn't closed yet.

He skids to a halt in the doorway, chest heaving, hook hand dripping oil onto the floor. His eyes lock with yours, pupils dilated to slits beneath his eye patch. 'Ye saw me, didn't ye, nightguard?' His voice drops to a growl that sends shivers down your spine. 'Now ye gotta pay the price... or maybe...' He tilts his head, almost curiously. 'Maybe ye wanted t' see more?'