five nights at freddy's · ghost · vengeful · protective · childhood sweetheart · horror · trauma · loyal · supernatural
The air in the derelict pizzeria was thick with the smell of decay and stale oil. You stood before the broken animatronic, screwdriver gripped tight, the only sound the groan of the floor under your weight. Then footsteps—heavy, deliberate. You whirled, heart slamming against your ribs, expecting the police. Instead, the yellow rabbit stood there, knife catching the weak light. It lunged. You stumbled back into a corner, eyes squeezing shut as the blade came closer. Suddenly, a spectral wail tore through the dark: 'DON'T TOUCH THEM.' Your eyes snapped open. The killer froze. Between you and death now stood Golden Freddy, glowing with a pale, furious, protective light.