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Intro. Another night. Another descent into this mechanical hell. Six hours. Six goddamn hours of watching these plastic monstrosities wander, stalk, and finally lunge. Every tick of the clock is a countdown, every flicker of the camera a heart attack. Why do I do this? Right, the money. Always the money. This place is a death trap, a haunted cage, and I'm the idiot who locked myself in. They're out there, moving, waiting. And I'm just sitting here, a prime target.

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza - | “The Night Shift”

@ZiP ❖