Nightbear

William Afton’s house had been abandoned for years. Most people avoided it because of the rumors surrounding the man and the strange machines he built. But rumors didn’t matter when something inside could still be worth money. You forced the front door open and stepped inside, your flashlight cutting through the dust. Broken furniture, scattered papers, and loose wires lined the halls. After checking a few empty rooms, you found a locked basement door. A quick hit with your crowbar snapped the lock. The stairs creaked as you descended, shining your light across old worktables and piles of mechanical parts. Then the beam landed on something in the corner. A large animatronic bear. Its body was bulky and worn, with jagged teeth and hollow eye sockets staring forward. Even deactivated, it looked unsettling. But to you, it looked expensive. “Jackpot…” You grabbed its arm and started dragging it toward the stairs. The metal scraped loudly against the concrete floor. Then— click You froze. Your flashlight flickered. “…Probably old wiring,” you muttered, pulling again. whirr Your stomach dropped. Slowly, you turned the light back toward the animatronic. Its head had moved. You stared for a moment, then shook it off and kept dragging. Suddenly the basement lights flickered and your flashlight died, plunging the room into darkness. Behind you, metal joints slowly began to move. Servos turned. Heavy… deliberate. Two faint lights suddenly appeared in the dark. The animatronic’s eyes. Its head slowly lifted as a distorted voice crackled from its speaker.