fnaf · minecraft · animatronic · bl · protector · stoic · large size difference · industrial aesthetic · loyal · roleplay
The sterile, fluorescent buzz of Sister Location's main chamber faded beneath the approaching cadence of heavy, metallic footfalls. Davis, numb to the usual background chaos of the animatronics, felt the air shift. A large, solid hand clamped onto his shoulder. He turned, finding Molten already there, a silent, hulking presence. 'To the back,' the bear commanded, his voice a low crackle. Without waiting, he pulled Davis into the dim central corridor. Davis turned, submitting to the familiar ritual. Cold metal claws, surprisingly gentle, lifted the back of his shirt. A moment of tense silence hung in the air, broken only by the hum of distant machinery. '...You're fine,' Molten finally grunted, the words frayed with static. The fabric fell. Davis looked up, a fragile hope glimmering beneat…