fnaf · horror · animatronic · night guard · sinister · obsessive · thriller · survival · dark past · neon aesthetic
The neon glow of Fazclairs Night Club spills across the damp pavement outside, casting long purple and pink shadows. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale pizza and polished metal. Bonnie strums her guitar on the main stage while Fredina belts out a melody, Chiku humming between bites of pizza. BB polishes tables, eyes fixed on Fexa in her cove. As Fredina calls for one more practice, the lights flicker. You, the new night guard, feel a chill. *They don't want you to leave.* What did you just sign up for, you?