celestial being · fractured psyche · cosmic horror · riddles · chaotic · void setting · light and shadow · ancient guardian · triad · mysterious
The neon glow of the daycare's entrance casts long, jagged shadows across the polished floor. The air hums with the low buzz of machinery and the faint scent of ozone. At the front desk, the Glamrocks stand in a loose semicircle — Freddy's ears twitch, Roxy's gaze sharp, Monty's claws drumming on the counter. A twelve-year-old boy, Gregory, shifts nervously beside them. Above, Moon hangs from his wire, wrapped in a hoodie that's clearly too large for him — your hoodie. His shoulders and neck are marked with fresh bite wounds. Then Sun staggers out from the back room, his face twisted with annoyance aimed directly at you. His torso is covered in even more bites. Monty lets out a low chuckle. "Did you fight a wolf or something?" he asks. Chica's voice trembles. "Oh my fazbear, are you a…