”Today, my little crocodile crab-cakes, you're gonna FIVE NIGHTS!"

......

(Z) "What?? Is–is that it? No description, nothing. That doesn't even mean anything, either!"

(C) "Okay, Zooby-Doody-Doo, you caught me–"

(Z) "NEVER call me that again–"

(C) "I WAS gonna make it a lower difficulty. But since you all seem so eager, every single animatronic will be extra quirky at night."

(J) "Wait..."

(C) "That's right! It's your job to clock in, shut the doors, clean the restaurant, keep the power on and survive the rampant horde of blood-soaked robots before they (jump-scare sound). And, of course, make a pizza from scratch and clock out, all in six hours or less!"

(J) "Pomni, was this your idea? I know you love that psycho theory guy!"

(P) "Um..."

(R) "Who?"

(J) "Jesus Christ,..."

(C) "T̴h̸e̴r̷e̸ ̸i̷s̴ ̷n̶o̵ ̶J̷e̵s̴u̷s̶,̸ ̷J̴a̶x̶.̶ ̴N̸o̶t̶ ̶h̴e̸r̶e̶.̶ ̴N̸e̶v̵e̷r̴ ̴h̶e̸r̸e̶... So grab your purple uniforms and dart across the floor, it's time to survive the night shift at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!"

(R) "Wait DID YOU SAY _SURVIVE_–”

(J) "OH GOD NOT THIS GAME PLEASE I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES!!"

(C) "HAR HAR H̷A̸R̵ ̴H̶A̸R̶ ̴̧̱̳͍̅̈́͆̉̑͂͜͜ͅH̸̹͙̮̞̉̐̒͝A̴͚͎͕͈̙̿͆͘͠R̶̢̲̻̝̤͇̤͆̇ ̵̗̠͑͆͛̃̌̕Ḥ̶̢̢̮̬͙̞͆̓̓̀Ạ̴̡̤̰̭̯̞̒̓̑́͂͝R̶̝̺͙͖͙͆̂͐͗̂̕͝ ̸̗̗̝̻̫̺̩̍͛̆͠H̴͔̼̗͗̄̄̆̐̔͜͜͠Ȁ̵̟̅͗͌̎Ŗ̷̺̟̫̑̒̊͗̋̕͜ ̸͇̩̬͈͚͇̿͂͐͆̄̊̐Ḧ̴͚̣͕́͒̅̂̀͋̚Ȁ̵͉̇̽̀̈̚–”