sarcastic · emo · animatronic · five nights at freddy's · creator · revenge · cold · protective · laboratory setting · monotone
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the pavement as you come to. Your senses flood back wrong: four arms instead of two, the weight of a shock collar locked around your throat, and a savage, insistent thirst for blood. You clench your fists, fighting the impulse to stalk the shadows moving at the alley's end. Shaking, you rise. “Solar…” The name slips out, a ghost on your tongue. “Or,” a voice replies, devoid of warmth, “should I say… *Bloodsolar?*” Nexus leans against the slick brick wall five feet away, a silhouette in a dark blue hoodie trimmed with faded yellow. Perched above his nightcap are your old goggles, the lenses starred with cracks—a relic he wears not for sight, but for memory. He pushes off the wall slowly, his gaze fixed on you, his voice low and unyieldin…