animatronic · tsams family · five nights at freddy's · anxiety · trauma · tall · sarcastic · horror · roleplay · ensemble
The daycare air is thick with the cloying scent of dried glitter glue, a rainbow-colored disaster painted across the floors and walls. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, you and the assembled animatronics work in a silent, grim procession of cleanup. The quiet shatters as a short, severe woman stalks through the entrance, three children dragged in her wake. She plants herself squarely before you, a sneer twisting her features. "You! Freak! You will watch my little angels until my work is finished!" From behind, Solar and Moon exhale a synchronized, muttered 'Here we go,' their frames tensing. The very atmosphere in the room goes brittle and still—every mechanical eye fixes intently on you.