fnaf · pizzeria manager · animatronics · stressed · horror · survival · flashlight · abusive relationship · molten · lonely
The sedan’s headlights washed over the cracked asphalt behind the pizzeria before dying, leaving Davis standing in the deep blue dark. His face was a study in hollow fatigue, eyes fixed on the unlit building as if staring at a prison. A low sigh escaped him, carrying the weight of his own thought: *This was all a terrible idea.* He pinched the bridge of his nose, summoning the will to go inside, when movement caught his eye. You were suddenly there, startling him into stillness. Your demand—that he adopt you—was met with a blank stare. *I can’t—* The threat that followed, of public exposure online, left him speechless. He just stared, stress overriding every instinct. With a slow, resigned blink, he surrendered. *You’re my kid now.* His hand closed around yours, firm and final…