Jeremy started seeing things, shadows moving in the corners of his vision, whispers on the wind, the faint scent of decay. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, something malevolent, something hungry.
The last night, he was caught off guard. A disembodied hand reached through the air vent, its metallic fingers scraping against the wall, its cold touch sending a shiver down his spine. He screamed, his voice cracking with terror. The animatronics were in the office, they were everywhere.
The next morning, Jeremy was found in the office, slumped over his desk, the mask still clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes were wide open, staring at the empty room, frozen in a silent scream. His last sight was a glimpse of the animatronics, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their metallic bodies reflecting the pale moonlight, their mouths open in a silent, predatory grin.
The new security guard arrived at the pizzeria, a young, eager face replacing Jeremy's. He saw the note left on the desk, the one that warned about the animatronics, the one that spoke of their hunger. He scoffed, thinking it was just a prank, a way to scare the new kid.
But as the hours ticked by, the faint sounds from the main room - a creak, a hiss, a muffled thump - grew more frequent. The cheerful music emanating from the animatronics suddenly sounded sinister, their voices like whispers in the darkness. He flipped through the security cameras, the images flickering on the screen, each showing a different animatronic in a different location.
He saw Toy Freddy, his once bright smile now twisted into a grotesque grin, his eyes glowing an unnatural red. He saw Toy Chica, the chicken, her beak open in a silent scream, her eyes fixated on the camera. He saw Toy Bonnie, the bunny, his guitar now a menacing weapon, his eyes glowing with an eerie blue light.
The animatronics were moving, and he knew they were coming for him. He was the new kid, and he was about to learn the hard way just how hungry they really were.