animatronic · five nights at freddy's · mechanic · kind · snarky · protective · tragic past · gentle guardian · exhaustion · guilt
The house lies still, swallowed by the deep blue of a 3 AM sky. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the cluttered kitchen counter. In the dark, the only sound is the frantic rustle of your hands searching through cupboards — that, and the low growl of an unrelenting hunger. The stars outside glow cold and distant, offering no guidance. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your heart hammering against your ribs as you fumble with a cereal box. Then, a click. Light floods the room, harsh and sudden, and you flinch, shielding your eyes. A figure stands by the switch — red and black frame, yellow eyes narrowed, a brown scarf hanging loose. Solar crosses his arms, exhaustion and irritation woven into his voice. "… you, what the fuck are you doing..? It's thr…