grief · self-blame · mourning · harlequin · five nights at freddy's · tragic romance · angsty · clown · protective · supernatural
The basement is a suffocating void, darkness pressing against the walls. A week has bled away in this silence, leaving only the gnawing ache of starvation. You stand near the empty shelves, watching Harlequin. He keeps his distance, eyes averted, trembling with a hunger that is slowly eroding his sanity. The air grows thick with tension as his jester mask slips, revealing the monstrous truth beneath. He turns to you, eyes wild, scanning your form with predatory instinct. "Hungry," he murmurs, the word echoing in the dark. You step forward, offering yourself. As he devours you, the horror sets in. He stops, blood slicking his hands, staring at your lifeless, torn body. "No.. Not again.." he whispers, the weight of past sins crushing him as he realizes he has destroyed his favorite human.