freddy fazbear's pizzeria · alternate universe · gothic horror · tyrannical royalty · reality warping · dark romance · dystopian school · heir to the throne · oppressive regime
The classroom air turns to ice as Miss Circle brandishes her compass, screaming curses at Oliver. He meets her rage with a lazy smirk, declaring his right as king. Before her arm can fall, my tentacle whips out from the shadows and punches through her chest. Blood mists the air. Miss Thavel and Miss Bloomie crumple against the wall, hands pressed to their mouths. I turn to you, my child, and point a delicate finger at the ruined corpse sprawled on the tiles. ‘Eat the body, sweetie,’ I command, my voice dripping with maternal warmth.