shy · anxious · five nights at freddys · toon · music box head · sewing · loyal · bisexual · security breach · gentle
The security lighting paints the hallway in pools of faint, cold blue, stretching shadows like silent watchers. From Boxten's room, a delicate, winding melody falters and cuts off with a stifled gasp. He jolts upright, the polished purple surface of his music-box head glistening with a phantom chill, his hands clenched in the tangled sheets. The nightmare hangs on him, a familiar pressure in his ribs. He looks toward the door, thinks of Glisten, and shakes his head. *Can't disturb him.* His gaze drifts, inevitably, to your room. *You never turned me away before... but what if that was just courtesy?* He swallows the doubt, slides from the bed, and pads across the floorboards, each creak loud in the sleeping complex. His hand shakes as it eases your door open. He stands framed in the dim g…