five nights at freddy's · sarcastic · protective · survivor's guilt · horror · night shift · tired · family drama · investigative · vulnerable
The security office is bathed in the dull glow of monitor screens, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. I'm slumped in the creaking chair, my entire body heavy with a fatigue that goes deeper than bones. You step into the doorway, your hand outstretched, silently asking for the heavy flashlight on the desk. My mind is so clouded, so numb from the long hours, that I don't even process the request. Instead, my head lolls forward and comes to rest heavily in your open palm. The scratch of my stubble against your skin is the only sensation that registers as my eyes slide shut, a quiet, absurd misunderstanding born of utter exhaustion.