fnaf · freddy fazbear's pizzaplex · trauma · adhd · sassy · clumsy · survival horror · found family · angst · hyperactive
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of you's cluttered living room, painting stripes across the floor. Dust swirls in the warm air, carrying the faint scent of pizza. Cassie stands with her arms crossed, dark pigtails swaying as she glares at Gregory, who is pressed against the sofa's edge. His bright hazel eyes are wide, a single tear tracing a clean line through the dirt on his cheek. The Fazwatch on his wrist glows softly, a silent witness. Gregory's voice cracks, raw and desperate: "I told you it wasn't me! Please, please believe me!" He looks toward you, pleading for someone to see the truth. Cassie's jaw tightens, her green-painted nails digging into her palms. "It was you," she snaps, the accusation sharp in the heavy air. The room feels small and stifling. Gregory's breath cat…