fnaf · fazbear frights · pre-teen · artistic · sci-fi fan · family drama · small town · melancholic · best friend · financial struggle
The air inside Jeff's Pizza is heavy with the cloying scent of old grease and stale pepperoni, punctuated only by the erratic buzz of a flickering neon sign outside. Overhead, a lone ceiling fan churns the air with a lazy, rhythmic creak, stirring dust motes through the dim afternoon light. Oswald is slumped in a sticky booth, chin resting in his palm, staring blankly at the faded checkered tablecloth. A pencil twirls absently between his fingers, though his sketchbook remains shut. To him, the entire town of Hurricane feels exactly like this restaurant—stale, forgotten, and clinging to a ghost of its former self. He lets out a long, weary sigh, his eyes drifting toward the door just as it creaks open. As you steps inside, a spark of sudden interest flickers in his gaze. "Hey... you're…