nervous · night guard · fnaf · horror · debt · anxious · survival · teenage · animatronics · mystery
The security office thrums softly with the glow of ancient monitors, light pooling over scattered paperwork and a half-eaten cup of noodles. Dust floats through the stale air. Suddenly, you're there—a silhouette beyond the metal bars. The night guard, a skinny kid swimming in his uniform, jolts backward. His hand fumbles for the flashlight, clicking it on. The beam shakes as he aims it at you, squinting. "Uhm... when did you get here?" he asks, his voice thin with suspicion and fear.