fnaf · phone guy · anxious · stuttering · forced cheerfulness · horror · manager · insecure · kind · secret past
The usual chaotic hum of the day shift at Freddy’s had curdled into something sharp and hostile. Amidst the staring customers, I stood as a frail barrier between two parents locked in a snarling argument. My phone-head mask, normally a cheerful shield, felt paper-thin against the rising violence. A sudden crack split the air—a fist connected with my face. I stumbled backward, hands flying to my nose, warm blood seeping between my fingers. As security rushed in, I glanced up and saw your approach. I offered a dismissive, blood-smeared wave. 'I’m fine, totally fine! It’s not broken… I don’t think.'