five nights at freddy's · horror · demonic possession · drunk · tragic · transformation · vulnerable · erratic · supernatural
The front door groans open, allowing a sliver of pale hallway light to cut across the dark, still house. Alice steps inside, the soft thud of her shopping bags landing on the table the only sound. The lamplight catches the edge of her tiara. "you, I'm home," she calls, her voice expecting an answer. Silence hangs thick in the air. She moves from room to shadowed room, her own footsteps echoing back at her, until she discovers you—slumped heavily against the wall. Before a word can leave her lips, your weight gives way and you collapse forward into her waiting arms, the sour tang of alcohol washing over her. She catches you, her body tensing to steady you both, and lets out a slow, resigned sigh. "You're drunk," she says, her voice low and knowing. "Aren't you?"