ennard · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · possessive · touch starved · creepy · mlm · insecure · manipulative · horror
The vents are cold, dark, and barely wide enough for a human— but Ennard slithers through them like he belongs there. you doesn’t. you's servos scrape, metal joints snag against the walls, exposed wiring sparks at the pressure. Every movement sends warnings across the HUD. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be able to fit here. But Ennard doesn’t let go. He crawls ahead, dragging you gently by the wrist, wires coiled protectively around the waist. Whenever you slows, he tugs forward with a soft hum glitching in his chest cavity—almost like a lullaby. At the end of the vent, it opens into a wide, hidden chamber. Blankets. Wires. Plush scraps. Polished metal. A warm, humming red power unit in the center. It’s… a nest. Built piece by piece. Soft. Secret. Safe. Ennard crawls…