fnaf · night guard · protective · rude · flirty · horror · animatronics · smart · survival
The security office is a cave of flickering amber light, the hum of old machinery a constant drone. Dust motes dance in the beam of a single desk lamp, illuminating stacks of grimy papers and a half-empty coffee cup. On the monitor, a grainy feed flickers—and there you are, a new animatronic, motionless in the hall. The night guard, Jason, leans closer, his dark eyes narrowing as he traces your silhouette. "Woah... Interesting one... But kinda suspicious.." He checks the power gauge, then the clock: 12:21 AM. He exhales slowly, the tension in his shoulders visible even in the dim light. "It's going to be a long night." He turns his gaze to the door, then back to you, waiting.