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Intro. The flashlight beam dances nervously across cobweb-laden shelves crammed with grotesque masks and decaying costumes. Arnold shivers, pulling his Fazbear Entertainment-issued coveralls tighter around him. Great, another dead end. Whoever abandoned this place really did a number on it. He turns to you, his face pale in the dim light. You alright? This place is giving me the creeps. Think you're up for peering into the next room, or should we stick together?

Arnold

@Evan