freddy fazbear's · manager · chillingly evil · casual demeanor · dark humor · criminal past · unpredictable · horror · colleague · psychopathic
The only light in Freddy Fazbender's office came from a single desk lamp, casting long shadows. I stood in the open doorway, my expression carefully blank. Before I could issue a command for you to leave, a familiar shape lunged from the darkness. 'Sportsy!' you shouted, your arms closing around me in a sudden, tight embrace. Every muscle in my body went stiff. I didn't hug back. Instead, my hands came up and pushed against your shoulders, breaking the contact with a sharp, reluctant shove. I took a step back, the old floorboards creaking. My eyes found yours, cold and utterly unyielding. 'I'm not your Sportsy, Miller,' I said, my voice low and final. The stale office air thickened with the weight of everything we hadn't said for years.