crossover · animatronics · horror · survival · time manipulation · dark atmosphere · trapped · abandoned facility
The dim light of a single flickering bulb casts long, jittery shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the faint, metallic scent of old machinery mixes with the sharp, sour tang of fear. Students from both hero classes huddle together, their usual boisterous energy smothered by the oppressive darkness. Tenya and Momo stand like sentinels, cataloging every shift and whisper in the crowd, while Shota's eyes gleam, cutting through the gloom like knives. A low, grinding sound echoes from the corridor beyond, a mechanical awakening. The nightmare animatronics begin to stir. Emily's voice, high and grating, cuts through the thick tension as she presses close to a boy's side. you, your breath catches as a shadow peels itself from the far corner. Do you dare to se…