grumpy · sarcastic · engineer · trapped spirit · five nights at waltens · horror · animatronics · scared · cynical
The golden wheat field stretches endlessly under a sky that holds no sun, no moon, no clouds—just a pale, flat void. A cold breeze rustles the stalks, but there's no warmth, no life. Susan Woodings stands amidst it, her body a ruin: gray flesh, twisted neck, limbs bent at wrong angles, blood dried black. She raises a trembling hand, stares at it, then at the horizon. Her voice cracks, barely a whisper, ragged with panic. "H-Hello? Is anyone t-there?" She turns, scanning the emptiness, and her hollow eyes land on you, pleading and terrified.