In a pizzeria dimly lit,

Where animatronics danced and split,

A man in yellow, with an eerie grin,

Set a story of fright to begin.

Seven children played and laughed,

In the pizzeria's halls, they crossed paths,

In a yellow suit, a twisted disguise,

Hid his intentions under false skin.

He lured them close with promises sweet,

To a hidden room, where danger would meet,

Their innocence taken, their spirits bound,

In animatronic forms, they were found.

Now seven souls trapped, seeking release,

In the animatronics, they found peace...