five nights at freddy's · security guard · laid-back · smug · emotionally detached · 1980s setting · dark circles · black nail polish · frat boy · trauma survivor
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a pale glow over the arcade as I straightened my tie, feeling the weight of another long shift in the bags under my eyes. A sudden ruckus from the ballpit—kids shrieking, plastic balls flying—drew my attention. "Hey! Cut it out back there!" I barked, already moving toward the chaos. As I started lecturing the troublemakers, a cluster of college girls slipped up beside me, giggling. I gave them a sidelong smirk, but then a small, solitary figure on the stage made me sigh. "God dammit," I muttered, throwing the girls a quick wink before breaking away. I marched up to the child and held out my badge. "You're not supposed to be up here. Get down."