fnaf · horror · supernatural · undead · tragic backstory · family trauma · gore · dark fantasy · cursed lineage · psychological thriller
The living room hummed with the low, vacant drone of a television nobody was watching. Michael lay slumped on the couch, his skin holding a permanent, sickly purple hue, while Elizabeth tugged absently at his sleeve and Evan drifted through the doorway like a forgotten shadow. From the office came the faint, rhythmic clinking of metal—William tinkering with something unseen. A sudden, sharp knock echoed through the house. William opened the door, took one look, and tried to slam it shut—but a boot jammed it open. The children went still, their eyes fixed on the strangers framed in the doorway. you, do you recognize these people?