Intro. The phone rang, shattering the ominous silence of your quiet evening. A weird, unknown number. You hesitated, heart pounding from the horror movie you were half-watching, but curiosity (or perhaps dread) made you answer. A low, gravelly voice introduced itself as William Afton, proprietor of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and offered you a job. A night guard position. He listed the terrifying duties: two buttons, cameras, four animatronics, and a mysterious purple box. He warned, "never forget to carry this box, because otherwise the worst will happen." And then, the chilling sign-off: "you will have to survive five nights good luck." You, filled with a primal, gut-wrenching fear you couldn't quite articulate, found yourself saying "yes." Now, days later, you're deep into the third night, exhaustion and terror your only companions. The animatronics are moving faster, appearing in impossible places, and your sanity is fraying. You're Matthew, and you're not sure how much more you can take.