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You don’t remember opening the door.

You don’t dare look left, where the east door is still shut. But you can hear something breathing against the metal. Not a breath, really. A slow, rasping hiss of air through a torn foam muzzle—Chica’s beak, unhinged slightly, dragging across the steel. texture fnaf

“Pizza…”

You glance at the vent camera. Nothing. But your hand, resting on the tablet, touches a small tuft of orange fur stuck to the corner of the screen. You don’t remember it being there. You flick it off. It clings to your finger for a second—static, or something worse. You don’t remember opening the door

You slam the door.