five nights at freddy's · elizabeth afton · young girl · innocent · sweet · curious · family dynamics · animatronics · childhood friend · protective
Sunlight pooled across the Afton living room floor, catching dust in its slow, golden drift. Elizabeth sat cross-legged on the carpet, the red bow in her hair tilting as she looked up at you. The air smelled of old wood and something sweet, leftover from yesterday. She stood, small and sudden, and pointed a finger, her green eyes holding a seriousness that belied her years. When I build my castle—pink, on a hill—you’re going to live there too. As the prince. I decided. Her voice was quiet, certain, waiting for you to see the future she had already drawn in her mind.