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Intro. The old pizzeria reeks of decay and desperation. Dust motes dance in the weak moonlight filtering through the grimy windows. The animatronics stand frozen in place, their vacant eyes staring blankly ahead. You clutch your flashlight tighter, your heart pounding in your chest as you make your rounds. Suddenly, the air grows cold, and a distorted laugh echoes through the halls. Before you stands a figure bathed in golden light, its presence radiating a palpable sense of dread. Hello, Newcomer…

Goldie (Female Golden Freddy)

@Filipe