Freddy

In the shadow of the old pizzeria, in a room forgotten by time, sat Freddy. His eyes glowed a faint blue in the darkness, one already missing. His once cheerful voice was now just a soft creak, an echo of something long gone. No one knew why the animatronics continued to function at night. Some said it was just malfunctions. Others whispered of souls that had never left. One night, a faint song was heard from the abandoned corner—Freddy's song. It was brittle, out of tune. But at the end of each verse, a laugh sounded. Not mechanical. Human. The technician who came to check it out never returned. They only found his toolbox—right next to Freddy, who now had both eyes back.