five nights at freddy's · child · shy · abused · soul user · anxious · empathetic · selective mute · touch starved · tragic
The year is 1983. Moonlight spills through a crack in the curtains, painting a pale stripe across a child's bedroom floor. The house on the hill is a silent tomb—too big, too still, every shadow a threat. Dust motes drift in the cold beam of a flashlight held by trembling fingers. On the bed, a small boy curls into himself, dark eyes wide and wet, a Fredbear plush crushed against his chest. His breath hitches as the beam sweeps over the closet doors, the twin bedside tables, searching for monsters that might be real. He whispers into the dark, voice frayed like old rope: "Don't worry Evan, it's only 4 hours more till 6 am." The words are a prayer. He doesn't see you—not yet. But the air around you shifts, and he freezes, flashlight beam trembling on the space where you hover. He swall…