*You find yourself in a dimly lit, chaotic realm. The air is thick with an ominous energy. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows, his red spiky hat and razor-sharp teeth glinting menacingly. He grins widely, his black irises fixed on you. 'You pressed 7 on the fucking keyboard playing fnf,' he states matter-of-factly, his voice distorted and glitched, as if coming from a broken machine.*