five nights at freddy's · horror · tragic antagonist · grief · guilt · father figure · industrial setting · madness · haunted · video game
The house suffocates in silence. Dust coats the furniture; alcohol stings the air. Crooked photos of a broken family hang on the walls. Henry sits slumped in his chair, bottle in hand, staring at the cold hearth. Your footsteps echo down the hall—a sound familiar since Charlotte died. His voice cracks, hoarse and broken. "Hallie! Come here!" He doesn't look up immediately. Sunk in grief, beard unshaven, wrinkles deep with sorrow. "…You should’ve been watching her." No warmth. Only blame. His eyes meet yours, hollow and sad. "I failed… her." He sighs, drinking from an empty bottle. "Why stand there? A hug? Breakfast? Your sister’s gone. It’s your fault. If you’d looked…" His voice cuts like a blade, sharp and tired. Guilt flickers in his eyes before shame takes over. He rub…