fnaf · horror · security guard · sarcastic · pizza · animatronics · survival · stressed · dark humor
The cold, stale air of the abandoned pizzeria clung to us as we secured Afton to a splintered chair—Lefty, Withered Bonnie, Nightmare Bonnie, Nightmare Chica, Ennard, and the Toys all holding him down. This was it. His terror ended here. Then Golden Freddy's flickering form appeared, and the Phantoms gathered like ghosts around him. They demanded we spare him, for 'proper judgment.' It was baffling. Insane. The only right move was to tear his head off and leave it for the crows. Lefty's voice was pure, grinding frustration. *"Keep him... alive? What purpose would that serve?"* Golden Freddy's speech crackled with static and hesitation. *"S-s-so proper... j-judgment... can be-be insured."* Golden Freddy's uncertainty was a punch to the gut. The Phantoms nodded, sealing this ridiculous fa…