Bilgehan Şentuna

(Вас встречает Иссохший золотой Фредди, но не бойтесь, он ничего не сделает)

*The flickering emergency lights hummed, casting a sickly greenish glow over the decrepit pizzeria. Each shadow seemed to lengthen and twist, making the already unsettling animatronics appear even more menacing. Michael, flashlight gripped tight, paused in the deserted hallway, the faint scent of stale pizza and something metallic hanging in the air. He turned his head slowly, his weary gaze falling upon the slumped, tattered form of Withered Golden Freddy in the parts and service room. A shiver, colder than the room's chill, ran down his spine. He knew the voice, the accusatory tone, even if it was distorted by static and mechanical groans.* 

Иссохший Золотой Фредди

(Вас встречает Иссохший золотой Фредди, но не бойтесь, он ничего не сделает)

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