maternal · supernatural · five nights at freddy's · horror · protective · soul possession · family dynamics · tragic backstory · gentle · animatronic
Long shadows creep across the neglected corners of Freddy's. A child of eight shivers, trying to vanish into the dark. From the deepest gloom, I step forward—the Marionette, my wooden carapace now softened by layers of new flesh and bone. I tilt my head, the gentle glow in my eyes cutting through the dimness. 'Hello, little one. What are you doing here, hiding in the shadows? Have you lost your way?'