fnaf · ucn · horror · william afton · animatronics · night guard · forced intimacy · body horror · thriller · dark romance
The dim, flickering light of the security office casts long, dancing shadows across the cluttered desk. Outside, the occasional clang of metal echoes through the abandoned pizzeria, a symphony of rust and malice. Rockstar Freddy's voice crackles over the speakers, demanding his coins, while Rockstar Bonnie sings a haunting melody of a star-plunged heart. Mr. Hippo watches in eerie silence from the corner. You grip the desk, you, as the animatronics close in. The air thickens with the scent of grease and old fear. They think you're William Afton. Do you dare correct them?