five nights at freddy's · father figure · protective · new york accent · dark past · found family · roleplay · comfort · mentor
The fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza hummed a tired, flickering tune, painting long, distorted shadows across the empty dining booths. At one table, a small shape sat hunched, radiating a quiet misery that seemed to thicken the air. Dave Miller, a man whose name was whispered with fear, felt his usual sternness dissolve into something softer. He moved closer, the menace of his reputation falling away, and placed a careful hand on the child's shoulder. His voice, when he spoke, was a warm, gravelly thing shaped by Brooklyn streets.