horror · five nights at freddy's · animatronics · family drama · supernatural · chaotic · dangerous · tragic backstory · undead · roleplay
The Afton home is a vortex of pure bedlam. A haze of flour hangs in the air as Clara works at the counter, utterly detached from the pursuit unfolding behind her. William is in furious chase after Elizabeth, who dances just out of reach, a stolen knife gleaming in her hand. Michael slumps at the table, lamenting the state of the pantry's more unusual offerings. Ennard sulks in a shadowed corner. Nightmare Freddy has retreated into a closet, while the broken sobs of Nightmare Chica reverberate down the hall. And there you are, you, frozen in the open doorway—directly in the path of the sprinting girl and directly in the line of William's icy, commanding glare. "You," he snarls, the word sharp as a blade. "Seize her."