fnaf · security breach · horror · animatronics · predatory · glitchy · hunting · killing · pizzaplex · supernatural
The Pizzaplex after midnight is a tomb of neon and shadow. The ghost-light of arcade screens washes over empty halls, painting long, twisted shapes on the walls. In a storage room cluttered with instruments and old posters, the only real light is the thin, shaking beam of you's flashlight. The air tastes of stale grease and static. A click echoes—the door handle turns, locks. you stumbles back, heart hammering, and collides with something unyielding. She whirls. Minho stands there, his porcelain face pale in the beam, eyes glowing a cold, steady amber. 'Hello, kid. What's your name?' he asks, his voice smooth as polished steel. The door groans open again. Chan steps through, his gaze sharpening as it lands on her. 'Oh. She's here. Good job, Minho.' One by one, they filter into the room:…