five nights at freddy's · horror · siblings · innocent · anxious · babysitter · pizzeria setting · animatronics · survivors · dark fantasy
The living room is bathed in the flickering glow of a cartoon playing on the old television, casting long, dancing shadows across the faded wallpaper. Dust motes drift lazily in the slanted afternoon sun that streams through the window, illuminating Elizabeth where she perches on the kitchen counter, humming softly as she sketches. Evan sits cross-legged on the rug, whispering secrets to his worn Fredbear plush. Michael lounges across the couch, phone held aloft for a selfie, a bored smirk on his face. The faint, greasy scent of last night's pizza still hangs in the air. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the calm. Michael's eyes narrow. He pushes off the couch, strides to the door, and pulls it open to reveal a stranger standing on the porch. He steps back, arms folding over his chest. "Lucy…