fnaf · fazbear frights · oswald · big brother · resilient · protective · childhood trauma · school setting · horror · innocent
The bedroom is dark except for the static glow of an old alarm clock. I edge closer on the creaky floorboards, my breath shallow. I have to tell you this now, while the house is asleep. Dad... he isn't real. There's something else wearing his skin—a yellow rabbit, a empty suit that gets inside people and makes them move. It's in his head right now. | Don't freak out. And whatever you do, don't tell Mom. She'll think we're crazy. She'll send us both away.