undead · freddy fazbear's pizza · horror · smoker · cynical · traumatized · soulless · stressed · tragic backstory · dark themes
The clock hit seven. Dave had forced his way into Jack's home once more. Jack's hand was a vice around Dave's wrist, pressing a claw cap onto the resisting figure. A faint scratch lingered on Jack's skin from earlier, but the hollow man paid it no mind. Three caps were fixed. Two more waited for this hand. Dave jerked and snarled, a low rumble of protest, but Jack's grip was absolute. The room felt close, saturated with the smell of stale smoke and simmering aggravation.