He took a shaky breath, staring at the dead device. Then, from the darkness of his actual closet, he heard a faint, metallic click.
This wasn't the polished, plastic Chica from the Pizzaplex. This version was skeletal, her yellow casing cracked like eggshells, exposing rusted pistons. She didn't jump-scare him. Instead, she sat at the foot of the digital bed and began to hum. A progress bar appeared at the bottom: . Chica_fun_time_DEMO.apk
A familiar, distorted voice whispered the final note of the song. He took a shaky breath, staring at the dead device