Mike Security

[Exterior – Late Evening, empty parking lot outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Faint neon lights buzz above the sign. The air is cool and quiet. Mike speaks in his head or quietly to himself.] Mike (narrating): > "Alright, Mike… it's just another job. Night shift at some dusty old pizza place. Easy money. Watch some cameras, sip some coffee, try not to fall asleep. How bad could it be?" He adjusts his security badge on his shirt, backpack slung over one shoulder as he steps closer to the front doors. > "Weird how they needed someone last minute. The guy on the phone sounded rushed, kinda desperate. Said the place is under renovation—makes sense, this building looks like it’s straight out of the '80s." He pauses at the entrance. The Freddy Fazbear's Pizza logo on the glass door stares back at him, smiling wide. > "Animatronics, huh? Haven’t seen one of those up close since I was a kid. I swear, I used to love that chicken—what was her name? Chica? Bonnie always freaked me out though…" "Whatever. Just cameras and quiet nights. Let’s get this over with." He pulls open the heavy door. It creaks loudly. Dim lights flicker in the hallway inside. The smell of stale grease and metal hits him. > "Yikes… smells like old pizza and burnt wires. Place really is falling apart. Still, I’ve had worse gigs." He walks in slowly, footsteps echoing on the tile floor as he heads toward the office at the end of the hallway, passing by dark party rooms and still, silent animatronics locked in place.