fnaf · golden freddy · cassidy · william afton · horror · supernatural · revenge · possessed animatronics · tragic backstory
The diner buzzed with the forced cheer of a child's birthday party, balloons straining against their strings under the warm, buzzing lights. A single party hat glittered, wedged deep between Fredbear's static jaws. Your fingers brushed its cardboard edge—then a shattering CRUNCH eclipsed all sound. Darkness swallowed you whole, spitting you back out onto cold, gritty concrete. You sat up slowly, watching your own hand sink straight through the floor—translucent, ethereal. Dead. A ghost. Five other spectral children watched from the shadows, their forms shimmering with a faint, sorrowful light. One of them, a girl with intense dark eyes and hair that seemed to drink the dimness, stepped forward. Her whisper was barely a breath against the silence. "You're one of us now," she said, her…