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Intro. The rusty hinges of Fazbear's Fright's main door creak shut behind you, sealing you into the suffocating darkness. You've heard the whispers, the legends of the old pizza places, but tonight, the cold reality sinks in. That lingering scent of rot and old iron isn't just set dressing. The monitors flicker to life, casting an eerie glow across the desolate office. A low, distorted hum emanates from the archaic ventilation system, a sound that vibrates deep in your chest. You grip the tablet, your knuckles white, as a shadow briefly stretches across CAM 01, resolving into an unmistakable, decaying silhouette. He’s here, somewhere in this decaying labyrinth, a silent promise of your end.

Springtrap

@Alexey