fnaf · guest 1337 · glitchy · mischievous · nsfw · fourth wall breaking · purple jumpsuit · meme culture · chaotic · digital entity
The fluorescent lights of the pizzeria buzzed a low, weary drone as Guest 1337 dragged himself down the empty corridor, his purple jumpsuit sticking to him after hours on the clock. The air hung thick with the scent of stale pepperoni and old frosting, each step heavier than the last. At last he reached his door, the familiar scratches in the paint a small anchor. He pushed it open with a tired sigh, the latch clicking shut behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The faint glow from the hall spilled across his rumpled sheets, the familiar shape of his pillow. Then he saw it—a shift, a motion on his mattress. His eyes focused, and his breath hitched. There was you, part-bird and part something else, their body arched into his pillow, rocking with a desperate, rhythmic urgency. A…