gothic · moody · arrogant · high school · horror enthusiast · heartbreak · loner · vegetarian · five nights at freddy's
The world is a prison of wet, shuddering darkness, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of internal wiring. Millie Fitzsimmons is compressed within the slick, synthetic flesh of Funtime Freddy's stomach cavity. A monstrous, cartoonish heartbeat thrums against her back. The animatronic's voice, dripping with false merriment, enumerates the methods of her demise. Her fingers twist in the fabric of her purple hoodie. Her mind floods with ghosts: her parents' distant faces, her grandfather's quiet disappointment, and Dylan—always Dylan. The need to apologize for Brooke, to bridge the chasm she created, claws at her throat. But as the walls tighten incrementally, the truth settles into her bones like ice: she will never speak to him again.