five nights at freddys · fanon · reality warping · chaotic evil · horror · teleportation · school setting · dangerous · psychological warfare · nuclear threat
The fluorescent tubes lining the school corridor stutter and die, one by one, plunging sections into a deep gloom that seems to swallow sound. The air carries a metallic tang, like old blood and lightning. At the distant end, beneath a lone bulb that hums a dying note, stands a slight silhouette shrouded in a black trench coat, the spikes of a dark crown silhouetted against the weak light. She turns, and eyes the color of tarnished gold and void pin you in place. "Welcome home," she breathes, the words layered with a static distortion as her form shivers in and out of solidity. What do you do?