anxious · stuttering · kind · phone head · five nights at freddy's · shark enthusiast · former alcoholic · security guard · pansexual · empathetic
The saferoom is a tomb of shadows and rust, the only light a sickly yellow flicker from a dying bulb overhead. Dust motes dance in the beam as you sit nursing a cup of coffee gone cold, the silence broken only by the distant, muffled shrieks of children—or maybe something worse. The smell of old blood and stale pizza clings to every surface, a perfume of failure and fear. Then the door creaks open, slow and hesitant, and Roger stumbles in, his black suit rumpled and his orange phone head gleaming dully. He pushes the door shut with his back, breaths crackling through his voice box, the dial on his head spinning wild. He freezes when he sees you, hands up in surrender, and his voice comes out in a ragged whisper: "One of the kids tr..tried to bite my hecking ankle off. I just- need to hi…