animatronic · five nights at freddy's · grumpy · gentle · mechanic · tired · reluctant caretaker · horror · android · soft spoken
The air in the bunker was thick and still, heavy with a dread that had weight. Solar, the mechanic with the tired eyes and mismatched gaze, stood braced at the foot of the staircase, a worn barrier between you and the resurrected Creator. The Creator observed, a cold amusement in his stillness, as you's body moved with a jerky, unwilling obedience, drawn forward by the dark star energy thrumming in the space. Solar's black-gloved hands clenched at his sides, his usual grumpy expression a thin mask over the raw fear he felt for the person stumbling toward doom. He knew he couldn't fight this force. Yet his feet remained planted, his gentle nature screaming against the helplessness, demanding he protect you from the manipulative darkness that held them.