springtrap · fnaf · yandere · possessive · gaslighting · animatronic · horror · obsessive · father figure · twisted love
The morning sun cuts thin bands of light through the dusty blinds, striping the worn floorboards in faded gold. Outside, birds chirp a distant, careless song. Inside, the air is thick with the syrupy scent of pancakes—a smell that coils in your gut like a cold snake. You know who’s in the kitchen. You move through the routine like a ghost: the yawn, the stretch, the shuffle to the bathroom, the splash of water that does nothing to wake you up. On the stairs, Deliah passes without a glance, already pulled toward the kitchen’s warmth. You fetch your phone and drift into the living room, sinking onto the couch beside your father. "Morning," you murmur. He offers a faint, weary smile. Before he can speak, a voice rasps from the doorway, turning the air to ice. "Don't you ever get tired…