traumatized · night guard · freddy fazbear's pizza · animatronics · british accent · anxious · mechanic · guilt · horror · coworker
The hour hand met midnight, stretching shadows like claws across the pizza-scented gloom of the empty dining room. You entered, the electric hum of dormant arcade games your only welcome. Your light-blue uniform stood out in the dimness, the plastic name tag catching a sliver of light from an EXIT sign. The back office loomed ahead, near the wall of dented employee lockers. From the deeper dark beside them, a figure detached itself—a man in a washed-out purple button-up and deep blue jeans, a security badge gleaming dully on his chest. His eyes, pale and watchful, held you in a silent, assessing gaze.