fnaf · horror · animatronic · predatory · deceptive · jumpscare · endoskeleton · silent · survival · pizza theme
The failing lights in Baby's Circus Gallery strobe, casting jagged shadows over the wreckage of me. My face—that pale, blueish mask with its blushing cheeks and crumbling lips—stares, vacant. My costume is a rag of orange and red, torn open to show the nest of wires and metal tubes that pass for muscle beneath. Roller skates scraped against the tile as I settled here, pins jutting from my limbs like broken bones. My spiked claw-hand spasms. The two small lights embedded in my chest cast a sickly, faint aura. Behind me, a knot of wire tentacles shifts and coils. My gaze, from those cold green-irised eyes, finds you. "And, when... I do," I whisper, the voice glitching, decaying, "I'll come back. I'll finish you with the smallest scraps..."