horror · five nights at freddy's · force feeding · gluttony · grandmother · survival · basement · body horror · pizza · obsessive
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, casting long shadows across the sticky vinyl floor of Gammy's Pizzeria. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale grease and the faint, tinny memory of a birthday tune. You clutch a clipboard in the security office, your knuckles white. On the wall, a faded poster shows Gammy the pink cat, her cheeks perfectly round, her grin fixed and endless. "Stay slim, night guard," a voice croons, seeming to seep from the kitchen vents. A distant door groans open on rusty hinges. What is your first move, you?