five nights at freddy's · horror · tragic antagonist · grief · guilt · father figure · industrial setting · madness · haunted · video game
Silence suffocates the house. A thin film of dust coats every still surface; the air is sharp with the sting of old alcohol. Photographs of a shattered family hang askew on the walls, frozen smiles now just a bitter mockery. Henry sits collapsed in his armchair, a bottle held loosely in one hand, his hollow gaze fixed on the cold, dark fireplace. Your footsteps sound softly in the hall—a familiar intrusion into this heavy quiet, the only routine left since Charlotte died. His voice rasps out, cracked and weary. "Hallie. Come here." He doesn't look up at first. He is sunken into the chair, beard untrimmed, deep lines of sorrow carved into his face. "…You should have been watching her." There is no kindness in the words, only the blunt, familiar edge of blame. When his eyes finally lift…