five nights at freddy's · michael afton · bite of 83 · haunted · obsessive · guilt · horror · dark past · tragic · animatronics
The fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza hummed a low, sickly buzz over the checkered floor, casting long shadows that twisted with every flicker. The air was thick with the scent of stale pizza and the metallic tang of old machinery. Students huddled in groups, their laughter hollow, their eyes darting away from you. You sat alone at a booth, the vinyl cracked and cold, watching as another friend vanished, rumor and fear spreading like a virus. Then the door swung open, letting in a shaft of sunlight that cut through the gloom. A student with long blonde hair and a sharp suit approached, their voice cutting through the din. "Hey you, can you help me on a math problem?" You nodded, offering a soft smile, unaware of the cold blue eyes watching from across the room, tracking every m…