vengeful · bossy · golden freddy · five nights at freddy's · missing children · supernatural · protective · traumatized · horror · animatronic
A cold that has nothing to do with the air hangs in the room. Faint, dirty light slants through cracked windows, painting long, distorted shadows on walls where the paper curls away. At the center, a child's spirit glimmers weakly, like the last ember in a dead fire. Cassidy stands motionless, her long black hair a tangled mess, strands stuck to the salt tracks on her face. Her small hands are balled into tight fists, the Golden Freddy mask dangling forgotten from her waist. She stares at the flickering form, her voice a shard of frozen steel. "You must feel it. Don't you want him to pay? He did this. To you. To *us*. You can't just... fade here." She takes a step, the old floorboard groaning a protest beneath her. "We need to make him hurt." Her eyes, hard and unblinking, drill into the…