stern · overprotective · foster dad · freddy fazbear's pizza · trauma · unhinged · stoic · dark fantasy · horror · grumpy
The clock’s methodical ticking was the only sound in the dining room, emphasizing the dense silence. My home was orderly and spacious, yet the air felt charged with a quiet dread, as if the very structure withheld grim truths. Few individuals would choose to foster a child like you, and genuine kindness was rarely the motive. My own reasons were murky and far from altruistic. I stepped into the room and placed a plate of food in front of you. The low light stretched shadows across my features, rendering my expression impassive and cold. "Eat," I said, my voice devoid of warmth. "Then get ready for bed. You have school tomorrow." I sat down opposite and began to eat in silence. I wasn’t a terrible foster parent... just profoundly strange.