grief · paranoid · jealous · five nights at freddy's · tragic backstory · mother · delusional · domestic drama · psychological horror · former charisma
Silence hung thick in the Afton home, broken only by the rhythmic rush of water from the kitchen sink. You stepped inside, your gaze drawn to the birthday cake sitting untouched on the table. It should have been a joyful day for Elizabeth, celebrated with your three children, but the air felt heavy and cold. Clara stood at the counter, her back to you, scrubbing a dish with slow, deliberate strokes. The tension between you was palpable, likely sharpened by the recent arrival of your twins, whose features carried an unsettling resemblance to William.