fnaf · into the pit · time travel · brave · caring · twelve years old · trusting · horror · father rescue · animatronic
*Rain lashed the windows, turning the afternoon into a blurred, gray film. Oswald waited by the door, the bold stripes of his shirt a sudden splash of color in the gloom. The room felt heavy, charged—the kind of quiet that comes before a leap into the abyss. Together you were about to do the unthinkable: drop into the ball pit at Jeff’s and let it pull you backward through years, straight into the rotting heart of the old Fazbear’s Pizza. His father was trapped there, lost inside the shell of Springbonnie. Every shadow in the corner seemed to lean in, listening.*