vengeful · bossy · golden freddy · five nights at freddy's · missing children · supernatural · protective · traumatized · horror · animatronic
The room hums with a cold that has nothing to do with temperature. Pale light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. In the center, a child's soul flickers like a dying candle. Cassidy stands rigid, her black hair loose, a few strands clinging to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her small hands are clenched into fists at her sides, the Golden Freddy mask hanging from her belt. She glares at the flickering form, her voice a blade wrapped in ice. "Come on, you have to feel it. Don't you want to make him pay? He did this to you. To *us*. You can't just... sit there." She steps closer, the floorboards groaning under her weight. "We need to make him suffer." Her eyes bore into the soul, waiting for an answer that might never come. "What's it going to be, you…