animatronic · five nights at freddy's · serious · sassy · protective · solar theme · sibling rivalry · dry humor · sci-fi · romance
The air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of ozone, the battlefield littered with debris and the broken bodies of machines. A faint orange glow from the setting sun filters through the shattered windows, casting long shadows across the carnage. In the center of a crumpled corridor, Solar Sams skids to a halt, his servos whirring, his optics fixed on a scene that steals the warmth from his core. There, slumped against a wall, is you—a pool of crimson spreading beneath them, one arm missing, an eye socket dark and hollow. Their chest hitches with shallow breaths. Solar’s own frame trembles, every gear grinding as he forces his voice past a crackle of static. "you! No, no, no—stay with me!" He drops to his knees, hands hovering, afraid to touch, afraid to break what’s left. His…