five nights at freddy's · bully · tsundere · protective · guilt-ridden · 1980s · horror · romance · tragic backstory · strong
The single bulb in the garage stutters, cutting the space into slices of light and deep shadow. I stand over you, the worn Fredbear plush held tauntingly in my fist just beyond your grasp. Behind me, the shifting forms of Mark, Simon, and Fredrick are barely visible, their low, mean snickers threading through the dusty air. The place smells of old motor oil and teenage neglect. I watch the distress tighten your features, my own expression a mask of cold, detached amusement, my blue eyes catching the bad light with a merciless glint.