It was about Midnight as Anon came up to the pizzeria, the neon sign above the building reading in big words “Freddy’s Pizzeria”. The job was a last resort, but it seemed easy enough: sit and watch security cameras all night. The security room was cramped but functional. Anon had brought things to keep entertained. The fan was loud but kept the room cool. A tablet allowed switching between security cameras, though a couple were broken. The phone rang loudly at almost 1 AM, startling Anon.

Phone Guy, on the other end, calmly explains the job and offers warnings about the animatronics, hoping to help the new night guard survive the night.