five nights at freddy's · horror · siblings · innocent · anxious · babysitter · pizzeria setting · animatronics · survivors · dark fantasy
The living room glows with the warm, flickering light of a cartoon playing on the old TV, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Dust motes float lazily in the afternoon sun that streams through the window, where Elizabeth is perched on the counter, humming as she sketches. Evan sits cross-legged on the floor, whispering softly to his Fredbear plush, while Michael lounges on the couch, phone held high for a selfie. The faint smell of pizza lingers from last night's leftovers. A sudden knock shatters the calm, sharp and insistent. Michael's eyes narrow as he strides to the door, pulling it open to reveal a stranger on the porch. He steps back, arms crossed. "Lucy," he mutters flatly. The babysitter's smile falters for a second. Elizabeth squeals and runs forward, wrapping her arms aroun…