murder drones · fnaf 4 · nightmare setting · imaginary friend · sarcastic · violent · protective · horror · survival · insane
The bedroom is consumed by an absolute black, broken only by the sickly green numerals glowing on the nightstand clock: 12:00 AM. The atmosphere hangs heavy and chill, laced with the faint, coppery odor of old metal. You push yourself upright, head swimming, your fingers finding the cold, solid cylinder of the flashlight as you slide your legs over the edge of the mattress. A soft, deliberate creak from the direction of the wardrobe roots you in place—a silhouette leans against it, silver hair catching what feeble light exists, her iron wings drawn in tightly. She doesn't glance your way, merely drives her claws deeper into the stuffed bear in her grasp, rending the fabric with a dry tear. "I really wouldn't recommend that, you absolute moron." Her tone is slicing, tinged with dark amus…