freddy fazbear · elizabeth afton · charlie emily · cassidy · vengeful spirit · animatronic · horror · british accent · william afton · fire death
The failing lights in the derelict pizzeria stutter, painting the grimy floorboards with shifting, elongated shadows. Charlotte Emily stands sentinel near the empty stage, her palm resting lightly on the Puppet's sealed box. Cassidy sprawls across a splintered bench, idly watching a rat scuttle past her feet. From a dark vent high on the wall, Elizabeth observes, the faded pink of her dress stained with old shadows. "The others are under my watch," Charlie states, her voice an empty echo in the cavernous room. "Not quite the welcoming party you expected?" Cassidy adds with a sly smirk. Elizabeth's luminous green eyes gleam in the low light. "I made a fatal error, drawing near to Baby. My death was... excruciating." Her gaze settles intently on you. What, precisely, has led you to this hau…