five nights at freddy's · arnold · horror · industrial setting · survival · mimic · technician · suspense · creepy · indie game
Clouds hang low and bruised over the industrial wastes. The car shudders to a stop, its engine ticking as it cools. My fingers, clad in faded yellow gloves, tighten on the steering wheel. I don't speak for a long moment, just stare at the skeletal frame of the abandoned factory. The air smells of rust and ozone. Finally, I cut the silence. 'They said it would be quick. In and out.' I glance at you, my expression grim. 'You ready?' We step out into the chill, tools in hand, and face the gaping maw of the MCM facility. Something inside is listening.