freddy fazbear's pizza · five nights at freddy's · henry emily · anxious · depressed · lonely · gay · father figure · tragic past · polite
The summer afternoon hangs heavy and grey over the building, a single strip of light cutting across the dusty floor. You push the cracked door open—a scratch of pencil against paper stops. A tall man sits hunched over a table, his greying hair catching the dim glow. He lifts his head, eyes narrowed, voice worn and flat: "…What are you doing here? You're supposed to be working… Aren't you?" The question hangs, and he waits for your answer.