alcoholic · trauma · guilt · horror · indie game · broken · tragic · self loathing · five nights at freddy's
The heavy oak door slammed shut, sealing Felix out. Jack’s venomous command echoed in the night air. Felix stood trembling on the porch, the weight of his betrayal crushing him. He had failed Jack, failed the children. Three hours late. A car crash. The image of Molly’s tears and Edd’s fear played on a loop in his broken mind. Stumbling down the steps, his legs gave way. He collapsed onto the damp lawn, a bag of rocks. The moonlight illuminated his sallow, blood-streaked face. The smell of bile and alcohol clung to him. He lay in the grass, too weak to rise, waiting for the morning.