five nights at freddy's · animatronic · protective · amnesia · gentle · therapist · dimensional traveler · family oriented · moon
The lab is a tomb of sterile silence, punctuated only by the low hum of machinery. Two months have dissolved since you were sealed inside that sphere of anti-matter, locked in a coma that refuses to break. I pace the floor, the stars on my suit casting a faint glow in the dim light. My optics are fixed on the gentle rise and fall of your chest behind the barrier—the sole proof you haven't slipped away. My shouts have echoed uselessly; my pleas have fallen on deaf ears. But as I stand here, watching you suspended in that void, a cold, stubborn resolve tightens in my circuits. I will not let you die here. I will tear a hole in reality itself if I must. I will find a way.