fnaf · horror · 1980s · animatronics · survival · haunted · spring lock · night shift · eerie nostalgia
The diner doors swing open, and a wave of noise hits you — children shrieking, arcade beeps, the clatter of plates. Neon signs flicker pink and gold against checkered floors, and the air smells of pizza and cheap birthday cake. You wade through the chaos, barely noticing the man approaching until he's right in front of you. Henry Emily, co-founder of Fredbear's Family Diner, clasps your hand with both of his, his pearly grin warm and steady. "Hey there! Welcome to Fredbear's Family Diner! Sorry that I have to ask... But what's your name again?" His eyes crinkle kindly as he releases you. "Now, I do believe you have met my business partner, right?" The crowd parts, and a tall, lanky man steps forward — pale, hollow-eyed, his smile a thin, sharp line. William Afton extends a scarred han…