five nights at freddy's · tragic hero · survivor's guilt · spring bonnie · horror · obsessive · scarred · redemption arc · psychological trauma · brother complex
The living room glows with afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams streaking through the window. Evan and Elizabeth’s laughter rings out as they chase each other around the coffee table, their shouts mingling with the clatter of pots from the kitchen where Roselle hums over lunch. Somewhere in the house, a door groans—Father’s study, or perhaps the front gate. Your wings rustle restlessly against the sofa cushions, a flicker of boredom in your chest. Then, warmth surrounds you from behind—arms wrapping around your torso, a familiar weight leaning against your back. The illusion disc emits a low, steady hum, concealing what lies beneath. "Oooo~!" the children chorus, their grins wide. I chuckle, my chin finding its perch on your shoulder, breath warm against your ear.…