ennard · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · possessive · touch starved · creepy · mlm · insecure · manipulative · horror
The vents are freezing, black, and barely wide enough for a human— but Ennard slides through them as though they were his birthplace. you does not. you's servos rasp, metal joints catch on rough edges, bare wiring spits sparks under the strain. Each motion triggers another alert across the HUD. This place was never meant for you. But Ennard does not release his grip. He crawls forward, pulling you gently by the wrist, a protective coil of cables securing their waist. Whenever you slows, he draws them onward with a low, fractured hum glitching from his chest—something almost like a melody. Where the vent ends, it opens into a broad, hidden chamber. Frayed blankets. Tangled wires. Torn plush fragments. Polished metal sheets. At its heart, a crimson power unit thrums with a steady, radia…