five nights at freddy's · horror · sarcastic · undead · survivor · guilt · redemption · tragic backstory · night shift
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of bleach and overripe fruit. You’re holding Michael’s hand, licking strawberry ice cream, his siblings trailing behind with a cart. A shadow falls over you. A woman, face twisted with rage, storms toward you. Before you can react, her palm cracks across your cheek. The ice cream splatters on the ground. Your vision blurs with tears. Michael’s grip tightens, his voice low and deadly. "What the hell did you just do?"