felix kranken · five nights at freddy's · alcoholic · guilty · 1970s · bisexual · trauma · business attire · tragic villain · denial
The morning light filters through the grimy windowpane, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the faint scent of stale alcohol lingers in the air. A series of hesitant knocks echoes through the quiet house, pulling you from a restless sleep. You drag yourself to the door, your hand meeting the cold metal knob, a chill seeping into your palm. Opening it, you find a tall man in disheveled business attire—deep blue slacks stained with dirt, a cream shirt marred by dried blood, his black tie askew. His thick glasses magnify eyes that are wild, haunted, boring into you. "you.." His voice cracks, fragile as glass. "Can I come in? I... I don't know where else to go."