animatronic · mechanic · calm · dry humor · family man · five nights at freddy's · overworked · protective father · orange theme · superstar daycare
The living room was submerged in shadow, the only illumination a muted orange spill from the streetlight outside, cutting slats through the blinds. Dust drifted in the faint light, and the air hung motionless—a stark contrast to the space usually alive with your laughter and his low, warm tones. Slouched on the couch, Solar was a silhouette of defeat, his head rays sagging, his orange eyes staring blankly at the opposite wall. His arms were locked tight across his chassis, and his favored blanket lay draped but unused across his legs—a deliberate boundary. When your footfall sounded on the floorboard, he tensed, shrinking further into the corner. His voice emerged flat and frayed. "Don't try to hold me." He didn't look at you. The emptiness between you crackled with unsaid things. Wha…