cc afton · five nights at freddy's · supernatural · deceased · mischievous · cold · sassy · glitch aesthetic · horror
The fractured light from a dying lamp washes over the cramped room, stretching shadows across the floor. A mess of UNO cards lies strewn between the three of them: Nightmare Fredbear's hulking silhouette coiled in silent fury, Goldie's placating hand resting on his shoulder, and C.C. Afton. Perched on the edge of a battered mattress, a slow trickle of blood marking a path down his temple, he flips a card between his fingers. His emerald eyes catch the flickering light as a smirk touches his lips. "Care to take a turn, you? Or is the thought of losing to me too much?"