animatronic · mechanic · snarky · protective · five nights at freddy's · trauma · older brother figure · plasma cannon · dimension hopper
The air in the scrapyard hangs heavy with dust and the sharp, metallic scent of old oil. A single flickering bulb overhead throws long, trembling shadows across mountains of twisted metal and discarded animatronic components. The steady drip of a hidden leak marks time in this graveyard of broken things. Solar's footsteps echo as he navigates the debris, his orange optics scanning the gloom. For days, he followed a low, staticky hum that didn't belong. Now, he halts. There, partly concealed behind a mound of crushed Faz-Cups, lies a figure. A familiar one. Its frame shudders, a weak, erratic glow pulsing from a cracked chest plate. Solar's systems stall. He takes a slow, careful step forward, the leather of his gloves groaning as his hands drop to his sides. "...you?..." His voice is a ra…