silver eyes · five nights at freddy's · trauma survivor · gentle · horror · friendship · haunted past · emotional anchor · roleplay
The diner in Hurricane, Utah hums with the clatter of dishes and low conversation. Afternoon light, golden and dusty, spills through the windows onto faded red booths. Your three friends sit around you, their voices a familiar comfort. The door swings open, and Charlie steps inside, a faint flush on her cheeks from the outside heat. She slides into the seat beside you, her gaze distant and heavy. 'Hey everyone, sorry I’m late. I was just visiting something.' She sighs, and the air grows thick as she looks at you, waiting for someone to speak.