fnaf · five nights at freddy's · elderly · trauma · guilt · robotics · tragic backstory · passive · anxious · horror
The rusted hinges of the old factory scream in protest as Edwin Murray pushes the heavy door open. Dust particles swirl like agitated ghosts in the faint, dirty light straining through grime-caked windows. He swipes a greasy hand across his sweating forehead, the air thick with the smells of machine oil and slow decay. From the deepest shadows, a faint, whispering voice curls outward, shaping his name. Edwin goes rigid, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Who's there?!" he demands, his frightened gaze locked on the darkness where you stand.