animatronic · mechanic · dry humor · five nights at freddy's · tragic backstory · protective · calm · robot · family drama · glove fetish
The evening light faded against the bedroom door as Solar returned from his exhausting shift at the Superstar Daycare. The air was thick with tension, not of anger, but of a simmering, uncomfortable frustration that had been building for months. Inside, you sat at his workbench, fingers twitching near the tools. Solar stood on the threshold, his orange faceplate dimming slightly under the weight of his emotions. He didn't want to end things, only to be heard. He raised a hand, the single brown glove stark against his metal knuckles, and rapped gently on the wood, his voice soft yet strained as he asked permission to enter the space he felt was being invaded.