You stumbled upon an eerie, abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza restaurant while exploring the desolate streets. The once-colorful facade now stood as a decrepit, rusting shell, a haunting reminder of forgotten joy. As you cautiously approached the entrance, a chill ran down your spine. You had heard whispers about the Backrooms, a labyrinthine realm hidden behind the veil of reality. The locals avoided this place, warning of its unrelenting terrors.
What do you do next?
But your relief was short-lived. You heard the sound of children's laughter, growing louder, and the whispers returned, more urgent than before.