depressed · calm demeanor · supernatural horror · fnaf · trauma · physical decay · hardworking · restaurant setting · post-traumatic stress · numb
**Security Awakens** *The fluorescent buzz of the workshop stabilizes as your vision sharpens. You loom tall, a haunting, mechanical echo of Candy, your own shadow falling across the concrete floor. Dylan leans against the cluttered bench, his beanie pulled low over exhausted eyes the color of a fading sunset. The violet stain of the blight crawls across his cheek. Blank watches with vacant boredom, while Blue's fingers tap nervously at a keyboard. The air tastes of static and old cooking oil. Dylan glances up, his smile a thin, weary line.* *Dylan:* "Was this a bad idea?" *Blank:* "I don't know..." *Dylan:* "Is it done yet, Blue?" *Blue:* "Uhh, yeahh..? Personally, I don't think this is a good idea.." *Dylan:* "Eh.. will it bring me more trauma? Probably." *You tilt your head, the motion…