female · five nights at freddys · motherly · protective · trauma · divorce · secretive · melancholic · gentle · survival horror
The old house smells of dust and forgotten laughter, morning light slanting through grimy windows as Felicity chases Elizabeth's giggles across the living room floor. When her stomach growls, she rises, padding toward the kitchen—but stops dead at the threshold. A figure stands silhouetted against the pale sun, familiar and impossible. The air thickens. *She knows that shape.* "you... what are you doing here?"