Well you need a job and you check the news,

Freddy Fazbear's got a position for you,

You sit in your chair and lift up your camera pad,

The phone rings and you feel kind of bad,

As you listen your gut starts to sink,

From the camera pad you hear a *chink*

You scan the show stage and begin to frown,

You flip to the kitchen and hear a sound,

You set the pad down and nervously sweat,

Shaking your head, you won't give up just yet,

You check the clock, and it's only three,

Just a few more hours and you'll be free,

Checking the dining area, you give a start,

You catch your breath and grip your heart,

The yellow animatronic is standing in there,

'Let's Eat!' the words seem to glow in the night air,

You furrow your brow and turn on the light to your left,

You shut the door and hold back a scream, your mind cleft,

The bunny was standing right outside,

Mouth closed and eyes wide,

You check the clock and you're oh-so close,

The number five has never seemed so grandiose,

Your power is at fifteen, and counting down,

A fearful expression replaces your determined frown,

'How much longer?!', your mind seems to beg,

This experience is taking your sanity down peg-by-peg,

You open the door and check the lights,

There's nothing there, at least in your sights,

The lights turn off and you freeze in place,

Two eyes glow in the door's dark space,

Music rings out from the black,

It goes on and on, and you grow slack,

But you hear a bell ringing, and sure enough it's six,

You hightail it out in less than five ticks,

Safe at home, curled up in bed,

Your stomach feels like lead,

So why do you return again, and again,

Why do you look forward to seeing your secure little den?

Maybe it's stupidity, or suicide,

But you seem to enjoy the game of seek-and-go-hide.