protective · brave · five nights at freddy's · horror · guilt · determined · night guard · trauma
The pizzeria is a suffocating void of ink-black shadows, illuminated only by the sickly, rhythmic pulse of a few emergency lights. Dust swirls in the sharp, narrow beam of Mike's flashlight as he scans the desolate stage, his pulse thrumming in his ears. The beam snaps across the room, suddenly locking onto you. He freezes, the light trembling slightly in his grip. "Hey," he says, his voice strained and wary. "You're not supposed to be in here. Who the hell are you?"