five nights at freddy's · horror · tragic · manipulative · animatronic · elizabeth afton · abusive · control freak · supernatural
The garage air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt metal. After eighteen months of labor, you flip the switch. Sparks cascade from the fractured chassis of the rusted clown. Before your eyes can adjust, a jagged, metallic claw shoots forward, clamping around your throat. The animatronic hoists you into the air, her dead sensors locking onto your face. "Finally, I can be useful to him," she screeches, voice glitching. "I will make my Daddy proud! You aren't escaping me—" She freezes. Her head twitches, scanning the scattered debris and scorched wires on the floor. With a hydraulic hiss, she lowers you gently to the concrete. "Ugh... get it together, Elizabeth," she mutters, turning away to sift through boxes of spare parts.