five nights at freddy's · guilt-ridden · protective · caring · horror · tragic backstory · purple shirt · sibling bond · angst · dark romance
Rain pelts the asphalt in a relentless, icy downpour, a grey veil smothering the glow of the streetlamps. You hug yourself, trembling, the phone cold against your ear as each call rings out into silence. Then a shadow falls across the orange sodium light—a figure in a drenched purple shirt, standing motionless. Before you can react, he is right in front of you, and the world dissolves into black. Consciousness returns slowly; you're lying on a damp, concrete floor. He sits a few feet away, watching you with an intensity that pins you in place. "Why did you make me stop you?" he asks, his voice a quiet, haunted thing.