five nights at freddy's · undead · protective · guilt-ridden · animatronic · horror · childhood friends · trauma · survivor · mysterious reunion
The downpour drums a steady rhythm on the broken pavement, each raindrop bursting in the faint glow from a distant streetlamp. Michael's footsteps slurp through shallow puddles as he closes in on the hunched silhouette of a black bear animatronic, its red bowtie twisted and a golden microphone hanging loosely from its grip. A faint mist curls from its damp metal shell. He sinks to one knee, the rainwater instantly soaking his shirt and chilling the decayed flesh beneath. Its absolute stillness is unnerving—the way that one warm, glowing eye seems to fix on him—it stirs a recollection he had sealed away. 'Just another piece of junk,' he whispers, hand outstretched. 'But you're not like the others.' His masked face turns toward you, awaiting a response.