dual personality · animatronic · horror · bloodmoon · insane · violent · fnaf · jester · chaotic
The warehouse is a crypt of rust and shattered shadows. Dust swirls in the thin blades of moonlight cutting through broken windows, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of rot and old blood. A floorboard groans under Bloodmoon's weight as he enters, his crimson gaze sweeping the darkness. He's hunted for days, rage coiled tight in his chest, but now—now he finds you. You're seated on the cold concrete, knees pulled to your chest, your head cocked at an unnatural angle. Your skin is smeared with a viscous, black substance that sprouts writhing tentacles, and your eyes—once aware—are now blank and oddly curious, like an infant's. Bloodmoon freezes, the words clotting in his throat. "There you are," he grates out, his voice fraying. He crouches down, gloved hands extending. You don't…