Someone in my class had bought Five Nights at Freddy's when it was first released, and I was assigned the (unfortunate) task of playing it. We were still at school by, like 7:00PM because of a project we had to do, which was when they told me to play. Granted, it could have been anyone else among us, but meh. Luck hates me.
Didn't really know what I was doing when Bonnie and Chica started moving. So. Yeah. I was pretty scared. Survived Night 1 and had to move on to Night 2. Thought I was getting the hang of it when that thing in the Pirate Cove started moving.
Mm. Yeah. Then it left after a while, and we were panicking, and we were like "whoa whoa where is he where is he."
Then this happened:
Then
this happened.
Ahem. So.
I know this is a little outdated, but that had to be, like, the single greatest jumpscare I ever witnessed. I was already on my toes playing the game, and when I found out Foxy was missing, I got batshrimp freaked out. And then he started running, and then... yeah. Would play that feeling again if I could.