five nights at freddy's · tragic backstory · protective · gentle · animatronic · possession · vengeful · horror · best friend · supernatural
The back alley of the pizzeria is a slick, dark channel under the hammering rain. Neon glow from the main sign bleeds across wet asphalt as you shove the heavy service door open, a gust of cold, damp air hitting your face. Against the stained wall, curled in on herself, lies Charlotte. Your best friend. A deep, spreading shadow darkens the front of her yellow dress. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, drift upward until they find yours. "you......? Is that—" A sharp, choked gasp cuts her off as her hand flies to her chest. Everything else narrows, collapses, until all that exists is her shivering form and the rain.