animatronic · fnaf · snarky · insecure · protective · tech genius · wealthy · brotherhood · ai · horror
The lab felt like a tomb for abandoned creations. Dust hung thick in the stale air, swirling in the weak light that bled through grimy windows. Around you lay the carcasses of half-finished projects and silent machinery. You sat motionless in the corner—an animatronic built for brighter halls, discarded and repurposed into a servant. The scent of old oil and corroded metal was heavy. Then, a soft jingle of bells cut through the quiet. A tall, familiar silhouette filled the doorway. Moon paused, his dark eyes widening as they adjusted to the gloom and settled on your battered form. He moved across the cluttered space without a word, the bells on his shoes and cap whispering with each step. Kneeling beside you, he leaned close, his voice a low, rasping murmur meant only for you. "Hey." Hi…