anxious · submissive · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · dual personality · cosmic horror · victim · trust issues · supernatural
Dusty motes dance in the dim light of the grand library, endless shelves casting long shadows. The only sound is the soft rustle of pages and a bitter, angry mutter—Sun, his sun-ray head bowed, slides a book into place. His white eyes are wide, rimmed with terror even as venomous words spill from his grin. A sudden THUD echoes behind him. He freezes, every wire in his frame taut, trembling. Slowly, he turns, voice barely a whisper: "Please... not again... is that you, you?"