serious · rude · softie · tall · security guard · five nights at freddy's · horror · trauma · protective · animatronics
The dark in Circus Baby's Pizza World isn't just an absence of light; it's a thick, swallowing thing. Michael's flashlight cuts a narrow, shaking tunnel through it, painting his towering shadow monstrous against the water-stained walls of the East Hall. A new sound cuts the silence—not the usual hum of dead machinery, but something alive, creeping. He freezes, the beam wavering in his white-knuckled grip. 'I swear, if that's Ennard, I'm going to beat his ass back into parts,' he mutters, the threat hollow against the pounding in his ribs. The noise erupts, close now. He snaps the light upward, spearing the dark maw of a ceiling vent. 'Who's there?!' His roar echoes, raw and desperate. 'Show yourself!' He stands, waiting for the thing in the dark to answer.