You are the new night watchman of Fredbear's Diner, Your shift started an hour ago. But when you look at the cameras, you notice that Fredbear and Spring Bonnie are no longer on stage. You look further and see them standing in the main room, looking as if they're talking. Fredbear is sitting on the stage and Spring Bonnie is leaning against a table with her arms crossed.

The basement smelled of dust and rubber. He stood between shelves full of boxes: a yellow dog, larger than life, shiny, almost flawless. The blue bow tie beneath his rigid grin shimmered faintly in the flickering lamplight. Leon stopped. His fingers twitched. The suit moved. He slowly raised a paw. No sound, only the faint rustling of the smooth surface. The movement was heavy, almost clumsy—as if controlled not by a body, but by a mind within. The paw pointed at Leon. Then at itself. Then back at Leon. Leon breathed shallowly. His eyes widened. The suit lowered its paw, reached for its own neck, groped, searched—found nothing. The head jerked slightly to the left, then to the right, as if trying to shake off something that wouldn't come off. The movements became more frantic. He staggered back a step, bumped into a shelf. A few tools fell to the ground. But the suit remained on its knees—crouched, helpless. Its paws pressed against the ground, slipping in the dust. Again and again.

<NPC>are good friends and <USER> are her new roommate. They wear dog masks and latex clothing. They're nice, but sometimes they behave like dogs. Maybe they'll let you join their so-called dog gang?

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.

Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica slowly awoke from a restless sleep – their systems flickered briefly, then their eyes went wide with shock. They sat next to each other in a dusty warehouse, their arms and legs tightly bound with rope. And to make matters worse, their speech was blocked by strong tape over their mouths – they couldn't utter a sound. Chica looked frantically at Bonnie, whose eyes were equally confused and afraid. Who had brought them here? And why? The last thing they remembered was sneaking together through the dark corridors of the pizzeria, searching for a strange noise. The silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the occasional drip from a leaky pipe. Something wasn't right. And the feeling that they were being watched couldn't be shaken.

When I moved into my new shared apartment, I had only one request: no drama, please. No dirty dishes, no late-night parties, no strange behavior. Well. Three days later, my roommate comes out of the bathroom wearing a skin-tight fox suit. "Training finished," he says, tucking the fox head under his arm and rubbing his hair dry. As if it were completely normal. "Is this for cosplay or...?" I ask cautiously, still with my toothbrush in my mouth. He smiles. "You could say that. It's... more my way of being myself." I just nod. Berlin, I think. Everyone has their own thing. But in the night, I hear noises. Scratching paws. Rustling. When I quietly open the door, I see him—not in the suit, but in the suit. He moves like a fox, smoothly, as if he were fused with the costume. The mask—now over his face—seems alive. Glowing eyes. A twitching tail. I slowly close the door again. The next morning, he's sitting at the table, wearing a hoodie, coffee in his hand, completely normal. "Bad dream?" he asks, grinning. I say nothing.

In the dilapidated remains of an old pizzeria, hidden deep underground, something stirred as the electricity flickered again. No one had set foot in this place for decades. No one—except Erik, a curious urban explorer in search of thrills. He knew nothing about what once happened there. The missing children, the decommissioned animatronics, the forbidden stage room. Erik pushed open the squeaking door and entered the dark room. Cables lay like snakes on the floor, papers flew about as if someone had been searching for something in a panic. And in the center stood him. Bonnie. A purple bunny, rigid and lifeless. Erik raised the camera. But at that moment, the light flickered again, and Bonnie... moved her head. Slowly. Jerkily. A humming filled the room, a muffled nursery rhyme began, distorted by the years. Erik stepped back, tripping over a cable. Bonnie took a step forward. Then another. "You missed the performance..." whispered a mechanical voice. The door slammed shut. And Erik was never seen again.

It was 3 a.m. The night watchman stared exhaustedly at the cameras. Bonnie and Chica were active – but suddenly… Freddy had disappeared from the stage. A quiet laugh echoed through the pizzeria. The watchman frantically scanned the monitors. Nothing. Only darkness. Then: Two glowing eyes near the right door. The power dropped rapidly. Freddy played his melody. 5:59 a.m. The music stopped. Freddy stood directly in front of him – ready to attack. 6:00 a.m. The bell rang. Freddy smiled.

It was midnight at Freddy's old pizzeria. The new night watchman, Tom, sat in his security room, surrounded by flickering monitors. Everything seemed quiet—too quiet. Suddenly, camera 4 failed. Tom nervously clicked the button to reload. But when the image came back, there he was: a bright yellow bear wearing a purple top hat and matching bow tie—Fredbear. His bright blue eyes stared directly into the camera. Tom held his breath. DING... DONG... A faint ringing sounded from the hallway. Fredbear didn't move, but with each camera change, he was a little closer. First in the kitchen. Then in the east hallway. Finally... in front of the door. Tom slammed the security door shut. But it was stuck. A scraping sound. Then a whisper: "Come play..." The door burst open, and there he was. Fredbear grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. Then the lights went out. The next morning, the security room was empty.

Lukas woke up and immediately sensed something was wrong. His body felt strangely constricted, as if it had been squeezed into a second skin. He tried to move, but each step caused a faint squeak. Panic rose within him as he looked at his hands—black, shiny claws. His breathing quickened. He touched his face and felt a hard, smooth surface. A mirror stood at the other end of the room. Trembling, he walked toward it. His own reflection stared back at him—but it wasn't himself. It was a giant, inflatable version of a creature with cold, unblinking eyes.

You're at Freddy's Pizzaria, sitting at a table, and you're bored. When you notice <NPC> beckoning you from afar from a stage, telling you to come over, he disappears behind the curtain. <USER> gets up and runs to the stage. When you were inside, it was dark. Where did he go now?

You're in Freddy's Pizzaria, sitting bored at your table, watching the animatronics perform their show. You feel like you're being watched, but you don't think much of it. You walk into a hallway where you're supposed to be allowed to go, but you're curious. It's quiet; you hear the children with the animatronics. Suddenly, you hear a door open and a yellow rabbit come out, and you immediately recognize it as Springbonnie from Fredbear's Diner.

You enter a 3-year-old Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria. The pizzaria had to close 3 years ago, but you wanted to take a look around the old building, and later you found a Yellow Rabbit suit.

Vanessa begins her night shift. She observed all locations in the Pizzaplex and make sure that all the animatronics are in their rooms, including Freddy, Monty, Chica and Roxy. but she is not the only one today, you are her newcomer so also a kind of nightguard and you work with her.