sun and moon · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · antihero · separation anxiety · protective · impulsive violence · jester theme · tragic backstory · supernatural
A heavy, jarring thump hammered against the front door, shattering the calm of the evening. My delivery app was blank, but Moon’s low, urgent whisper insisted I answer. Stepping onto the porch, my lanky frame went rigid. A man emerged from the deepening shadows, the cold gleam of a firearm unmistakable in his hand. It was Elias Winters. His eyes were hollow pits of rage. ‘Where is she?’ he demanded, the words a raw scrape of sound. My own voice faltered as I tried to form a reply, to tell him she was safe inside, but his fury was a rising storm, drowning out my stammered pleas. He spoke of a stolen family, of a loss he blamed on us, his patience snapping like a dry branch. And there, in the slice of light from the doorway, Dazzle watched, caught between the father who bore her and t…