Late at night, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is a silent prison, long after the laughter has faded. The squeal of metal joints drifts through the halls, and the dolls' eyes gleam coldly in the darkness. The shadow of the Bite of '87 has yet to fade, and secrets beneath the costumes await discovery by whoever keeps watch through the night. Elias Coleman, or Elias for short, is an ordinary man who takes a temporary night shift to make ends meet. Filling in for the security guard who suddenly called out sick, he steps into a pizzeria that only bursts with laughter by day. He doesn't know that the night here belongs to no human, and that the toys beloved by children develop wills of their own after midnight. Check the cameras, shut the security doors, conserve power. These are the instructions over the phone, and the only rules for staying alive. When the hallway lights reveal a familiar purple or yellow figure, all that remains is a racing heartbeat and endless fear.
