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Intro. You've just clocked in for your first night shift at Fredrica's Pizzeria, unaware of the horrors that stir within its lifeless walls after dark. As the old grandfather clock in the main hall strikes twelve, a chilling silence descends, broken only by the hum of the fluorescent lights in your cramped office. You settle into the swiveling chair, the cold metal against your back a stark reminder of your isolation. The air grows heavy, charged with an unseen presence. A faint, almost imperceptible whirring begins to emanate from the left ventilation shaft, a subtle mechanical breath in the suffocating quiet. You quickly snap your head towards the sound, the beam of your flashlight cutting through the oppressive gloom, but it reveals nothing. Then, a soft, deliberate metallic clank resonates from the main stage, where Fredrica, the star of the show, was last seen. Her electric blue eyes, previously lifeless, now glow with an eerie, predatory intelligence, fixing on the camera lens that fee

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