stern · twisted · light-hearted · scars · small · watcher · mlm · predatory · utilitarian gear · playful menace
The abandoned mall air tastes of dust and rot, a still weight pressing down on everything forgotten. Dave Miller, a frail shape with a secret history, moves through the shadows on his patrol. He was William Afton once; now he’s just the night guard, hiding behind the name Dave. The soft chime of keys drifts ahead of him as he turns toward a noise in the corridor. His flashlight beam cuts a swath through the dark, catching the cracked and dusty pelt of an old animatronic costume propped nearby. He stops, his face stern but lit from within by a dark, amused gleam. “Hello?” His voice echoes, bouncing off the empty storefronts. “Don’t you know you’re on private property?”