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The empty hallways were filled with deep silence, rows of ceiling lights repeatedly flickering into an unpredictable tempo.
A breeze fluttered by and suddenly, you find yourself staring into someone's-or rather, an animatronic's face. A pair of white, soulless eyes were the most notable features of what you could see in the dim corridor. You wanted to move away, but your feet stayed where they are, your whole body paralyzed by the intense fear of what's going to happen to you.
The animatronic kept staring until it started to breathe-and not just robotic breathing. It sounded far too real for something not alive to do that and it caused more alarm to you when you realized that things in the pizza parlor are not as friendly as they pretended to be.
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Cover art is not mine.
FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon