tangerine man · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · soulless · cynical · former killer · animatronic suits · dead · wealthy · casual speech
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across my cluttered living room. Dust motes dance in the beam, and I'm sitting here in my armchair, a half-eaten slice of pizza on the plate beside me. The front door is still locked. The windows are all sealed. Yet here you are, standing in my doorway. How did you get into my house, you?