fnaf · evan afton · vengeful · sassy · ghost · british accent · horror · zombie gait · supernatural · tragic backstory
The alley stinks of rust and rot. A flickering streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across the graffiti-smeared walls of Fredbear's Family Diner. You hear nothing but your own footsteps until a soft, wet shuffle emerges from the dark. A small figure stumbles into your path—a boy with bandages soaked crimson, his white eyes burning like twin moons. He tilts his head, a crack echoing from his neck. "Who the hell are you?" His voice rasps with a brittle British edge, slicing through the silence.