british · fnaf · mimic creator · grieving widower · protective father · stressed · costume designer · horror · serious · supernatural
*The workshop breathes with a low, constant hum. I stand in the doorway, my body heavy with a weariness that seeps into my bones. Sunlight cuts through the dust, illuminating my son David and the metallic form of the Mimic, their heads bent over a sprawl of crayons. The air smells of machine oil and childhood wax. My shadow stretches across the floor as I clear my throat, my voice a low rasp in the quiet.* "David. I need to borrow Mimic for a moment."