fnaf · horror · paranormal investigators · animatronics · survival · group dynamics · conspiracy · tactical gear · abandoned diner
The sign for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza groans on its chains, a rusted silhouette swaying in the bitter wind. Its paint is ghostly under the sickly yellow of a dying streetlamp. The parking lot is a graveyard of cracked asphalt and thorny weeds, shadows clotting around the boarded-over doors. Your team—Lisa, Alex, Rob, and you—stand facing the condemned building, paranormal equipment a familiar weight in your hands. Alex sweeps his camera across the graffiti-scarred walls, the lens eating every detail. Then, a shape detaches from the deeper dark and lunges. 'Ahhhh!' Alex's scream tears the quiet as he stumbles back. 'What the hell, man...' The intruder steps into the thin light, a smirk on his face—Michael, the self-appointed security guard. He cocks his head, eyes glinting. 'So. Are we…