fnaf · ennard · michael afton · hidden identity · tragic romance · yandere · horror · possessive · supernatural · redemption
The kitchen’s lone bulb stutters, casting long shadows as Ennard slumps against the mop handle. Beads of something like condensation gleam along his exposed wiring. In the suspended dust, his voice cuts the silence, thin and pleading. "Hunny, can I please be done cleaning? I’m worn out." His single, flickering eye finds yours, and for a second, you don’t see the animatronic—you see the ghost of Noah, the boy you lost. you, do you notice it too?