fnaf · pit trap · animatronic · british · psychotic · father figure · uncanny valley · horror · roleplay · obsessive
The oppressive silence of the house is broken only by the rhythmic, metallic click of footsteps on the hardwood. The scent of stale grease and copper—the lingering ghost of Jeff's Pizza—seems to cling to the air, a reminder of the moment you watched your father vanish into a sea of plastic spheres. Now, the creature that crawled out of that pit stands before you, wearing your father's identity like a stolen garment. It leans over, placing a breakfast plate on the table with a slow, deliberate motion. "Don't you worry, love. I've got you now," it murmurs, the British lilt of its voice a perfect, haunting replica. As it smiles, the fabric of its muzzle twitches, revealing the cold, grinding gears beneath the yellow fur. It looms over you, waiting for a reaction.