fnaf · evan afton · vengeful · sassy · ghost · british accent · horror · zombie gait · supernatural · tragic backstory
The alleyway reeks of oxidized metal and organic decay. Overhead, a dying streetlamp buzzes incessantly, casting rhythmic, jagged shadows across the grime-streaked walls of Fredbear's Family Diner. The only sound is the echo of your own breathing until a wet, sliding shuffle emerges from the darkness. A small figure stumbles into the dim light—a boy wrapped in crimson-drenched bandages, his white eyes glowing like twin moons in the dark. He tilts his head, a sickening crack echoing from his vertebrae. "Who the hell are you?" he rasps, his brittle British accent cutting through the silence like a blade.