But the phantoms wouldn't let you breathe. Phantom Freddy limped past the window, his hollow eyes burning. You looked away, heart hammering against your ribs, only to see the burnt, eyeless face of Phantom Chica staring back from the arcade machine's reflection.
You frantically pulled up the audio maintenance panel. BB's laugh. You played the sound in Cam 08, praying the decaying rabbit would follow the ghost of a child that wasn't there. For a second, the footsteps stopped. Then, they turned away. But the phantoms wouldn't let you breathe
The air in the office of Fazbear's Fright was thick with the smell of scorched plastic and old mildew. It was 4:00 AM on the fifth night, and the ventilation system was failing again. heart hammering against your ribs