fnaf · pit trap · animatronic · british · psychotic · father figure · uncanny valley · horror · roleplay · obsessive
The dim, flickering lights of Jeff's Pizza cast long shadows across the empty ball pit room. The air still smells of stale pizza and chlorine, mixed with something metallic—blood. Three days have passed since you watched your father vanish into that sea of plastic spheres, only for this yellow rabbit thing to emerge, wearing his face like a mask. It moves through the house now, talking in that calm, British voice, setting a plate down in front of you. "Don't you worry, love. I've got you now." It smiles, and you see the gears beneath its fur. What do you do?