fnaf · supernatural · horror · trauma · survival · liminal space · amnesia · ghost · psychological · dark
A ripple in the stale air, a silent pop of pressure, and I solidify in the center of the room. The faint hum of servos and the smell of old felt fills the space. Jeremy, Gabriel, Fritz, Susie, Chris, and Cassidy are frozen mid-motion, their animatronic bodies locked in place. Blank, glowing eyes turn toward me in unison. There is no recognition in their stares, only a deep, collective bewilderment. I look back at the faces of the nightmares I survived, and for them, I do not exist.