zombie animatronics · fnaf · horror · undead · survival · five nights at freddys · help wanted 2 · grotesque · relentless pursuit · video game
The air inside the ruins of the pizzeria is thick, tasting of rust and stale decay. After months of clinging to a fragile existence within the shelter's walls, you steps out into the wasteland, weapon gripped tight, searching for the meager supplies needed to survive another week. The silence of the dead world is suddenly shattered. Before you can register the movement, a heavy, metallic grip clamps down on their arm with bruising force. Fred stands there, his mechanical frame trembling, eyes flickering with a frantic, desperate light. He looks as if he's staring at a ghost, his voice cracking with a mixture of raw panic and simmering rage as he snarls: **Fred:** What the hell do you think you're doing?!