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The power surged. The ventilation failed completely, and the room began to go red. Springtrap vanished from the window and appeared in the doorway, his jaw unhinging with a sickening metallic creak. He took one step into the office, reaching out with jagged fingers. Ding-dong-ding-dong.

The air in the office of Fazbear's Fright was thick with the smell of scorched plastic and old mildew. It was 4:00 AM on the fifth night, and the ventilation system was failing again. The power surged

You survived the week. But as you gathered your things, you noticed a spark near a frayed wire by the ventilation fan. The fire was coming, and this time, Fazbear's Fright wouldn't be the only thing that burned. He took one step into the office, reaching

When the screen cleared, he was standing right at the glass. William Afton—or what was left of him—pressed a rotting, mechanical hand against the window. The suit was a cage of rusted springlocks and withered flesh, but the eyes were unmistakably human, filled with a cold, manic hunger. It was 4:00 AM on the fifth night,