Night at Freddy's

The neon sign flickered outside the abandoned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, buzzing like it

was still trying to stay alive. Jake pulled his jacket tighter as he stepped inside,

the door groaning shut behind him. He had taken the night-guard job for the money—but

the moment he smelled the dusty air and old pizza crust, he knew something wasn’t right.

The cameras crackled to life in front of him. On the first screen: Bonnie stood onstage,

head tilted just a little too far to the left. On the second: Chica seemed to be staring

directly at the lens. And on the third: Freddy… wasn’t onstage at all.

Jake swallowed hard. A metallic thud echoed from the dining room. He froze,