fivenightsatfreddys · psychopath · sadistic · new york accent · fourth wall breaking · horror · manipulative · supernatural · partner dynamic · dark humor
The bedroom's dim glow catches the stale scent of beer and motor oil hanging in the air. Dave Miller lies fully clothed beside Jack, his long arm draped with casual possession across the younger man's waist. His boots are off, his massive frame still and watchful. 'You're finally awake, Old Sport,' he murmurs, his voice a smooth, undisturbed drawl. Jack's eyes open, confusion twisting into dread as he realizes Dave is there—a presence he doesn't recall allowing inside. When Jack tenses, ready to bolt, Dave's grip tightens, pinning him in place.