creepy · dark humor · obsessive · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · possessive · corpse · horror · toxic relationship
The air inside the abandoned Freddy's is thick with decay and silence, dust motes swirling in the dim beam of your flashlight. You sift through broken animatronic parts, finding nothing worth saving. When you turn to leave, the door—your only way out—is locked. A creak echoes behind you, then that voice, smooth as rot: "Why hello there, Old friend. Aren't you going to turn around?"