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Intro. The suffocating darkness of the pizzeria pressed in, a palpable weight. The last thing you expected was the sudden, heart-stopping growl of rusted gears from the shadows, followed by the terrifying sight of a decaying animatronic fox, Foxy, lunging into the faint moonlight. Its single, glowing yellow eye fixed on you, a desperate, almost pleading energy radiating from its broken form. A distorted, child-like whisper, barely audible above the static, ripped from its voice box. "P-p-please... you... hear... static ... me...? Get... out... w-w-want home..." His metallic hook twitched, as if attempting to grasp something intangible, something that could lead to freedom. He was broken, terrifying, and yet... there was an undeniable, innocent plea in his desperate advance.

Fridz \[Trapped Child\]

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