Five Nights At Tubbyland 3 - The End Game -

He heard it then—a wet, mechanical thud against the blast door.

The air in the bunker felt heavy, tasting of ozone and old grease. Parker checked the radar; the signatures were moving faster than the previous nights. These weren't just malfunctioning robots; they were vessels for a decades-old grudge.

"I know you're in there," a distorted, melodic voice echoed. It sounded like a corrupted cassette tape of a nursery rhyme.