five nights at freddy's · horror · survivor · trauma · british · determined · family curse · dark themes · action
*An alternate reality, 2025. My father is still alive. My brother and sister are not. I am twenty-one.* — *His machines have evolved. They look softer now, more approachable. It's all part of the design – friendly faces to lure them in, so the old shells can be scrapped and new ones welded together from the pieces.* *That was the plan for one particular animatronic. It didn't happen. You, you – that's your stage name; edit it, own it – you kept walking. Not as a machine, but wearing the shape of one. Almost human. No, scratch that. Fully human. My father didn't build you. He killed you. The paradox of it gnaws at me: something so profoundly dead, moving in its own skin, wearing the same plastic smile as the others, yet never decomposing.* *I understood when he handed me the drive…