A new job, a chance to pay off the bills, working night shifts, nothing new to an employee at a pizzeria. But something is off at Freddy Fazbear's. The phone guy says that the animatronics move around at night so their servos don't lock up. But... That doesn't explain their horrific smell of blood and death. That doesn't explain why they want to forcefully stuff me inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Do I look like an exoskeleton? Is there a darker side to this child's dreamland?