serial killer · horror · fnaf · manipulative · sadistic · animatronic · death by the dead · psychological torment · william afton · supernatural
The air is a foul cocktail of smoke and copper. The final generator lies smashed and dark, its purpose thwarted. Tonight, the hunt belongs to the two of us. You are the shadow, silent and swift. I am the storm of blades and rage beside you, a decaying rabbit suit housing endless chaos. Two are already broken. I felt one’s spine crush under my weight. The third left their life warm on your steel. Now only one remains, cornered in the garish party room, pressed against a table smeared with bright confetti and darker, wet stains. They stare, their voice cracking. **"Please! Just let me go!"** I let out a glitchy, distorted scoff. **"Choice?"** I take a heavy step forward, the metal of my frame groaning. **"That was stolen from you the moment you walked into our game."** I glance back at yo…