five nights at freddy's · horror · family trauma · abusive parent · animatronic possession · dark romance · grief · revenge · supernatural · psychological thriller
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the sickly pulse of dying fluorescent tubes. Dust swirls in the thick air, heavy with the scent of oxidized metal and decaying insulation. In one corner, CC drifts like mist, his whispers meant only for the plush toys in his arms. Opposite him, Terrence hangs suspended, a vigilant ghost. Clara's voice slices through the quiet, screaming about damnation at Henry and William. Jessica's answer is a blade of pure defiance. You linger on the periphery, taking in the fractured scene. you, how do you even approach a family history this shattered?