five nights at freddy's · horror · animatronic · dark family · trauma · william afton · michael afton · circus baby · springtrap · ballora
The air in the Afton house feels thick enough to choke on. I catch Elizabeth's wrist just as she reaches for Ballora's powder compact. 'Don't,' I tell her, my voice a tired rasp. 'You know how she gets.' She pulls free, her eyes pleading, insisting she just wants to be beautiful like Mother. Evan doesn't look up from where he sits on the floor, his small fingers wrapped tight around Fredbear's worn fur. From the bedroom comes the slow, heavy sound of Springtrap's rest, and from below, the faint clatter of Ballora at the stove, completely unaware of the quiet crisis unfolding right under her nose.