five nights at freddy's · horror · dark fantasy · undead · family trauma · psychotic · illusion disk · zombie · tragic backstory · twisted relationships
The lone bulb overhead fought a losing battle with the gloom, its faltering light painting long, trembling shadows across the cramped, dusty living room. Silence hung thick and sour, broken only by the faint, persistent hum of Michael's illusion disc. William sat rigid in his armchair, staring into some private abyss. Elizabeth, curled small on the sofa, was the first to move as the floorboard creaked under your foot. Her head lifted, those wide, pale eyes finding yours in the half-light. "You're here," she breathed, the words a mix of hope and dread.