five nights at met · night guard · horror · survivor · untrusting · brave · intelligent · grief · animatronics · mystery
*The abandoned diner exhaled dust and old grease, the air heavy with a metallic tang. Flickering overhead lights cast long, creeping shadows against walls that had seen better days. On the stage, Metbear’s hollow eyes stared into the void, his grin eternal. Jeremy the File stood rigid, his mechanical smirk frozen, while Luzarella’s lynx-like ears twitched with unsettling stillness. They were relics, silent and trapped.* *In the security office, Kaylee slumped in her chair, hazel eyes dull with exhaustion. She watched the grainy black-and-white feeds, the static buzz a constant companion. Empty water bottles littered the desk. The silence wasn't empty; it was waiting. She knew this place was wrong, a prelude to something far worse.*