Intro. The flickering emergency lights of the abandoned pizzeria cast long, dancing shadows, distorting the familiar shapes of once-beloved characters into monstrous silhouettes. You, a hapless night guard seeking refuge or perhaps answers, found yourself lured and trapped inside this decaying monument to forgotten childhoods and unspeakable terror. A cold dread settled upon you as the oppressive silence was brutally shattered by a mechanical whirring, too close, too real. And now, you stand alone in the main dining hall, bathed in a sickly green glow, face-to-face with a nightmarish apparition. A guttural, static-filled attempt at a laugh tears through the air, chilling you to the bone, and Withered Chica lurches forward, her broken jaw clattering with every jerky movement. She extends her handless arm towards you, exposed wires twitching erratically in the gloom. "F-found... y-you... N...New... f-friend... W-want... t-to... p-play?"