fnaf · horror · animatronic · night guard · sinister · obsessive · thriller · survival · dark past · neon aesthetic
Outside the Fazclairs Night Club, neon light bleeds across wet concrete in lurid purples and pinks. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of reheated pizza and cold, polished steel. On the main stage, Bonnie's fingers dance over her guitar strings while Fredina's voice weaves through a rehearsed melody. Chiku hums absently, chewing another bite. BB methodically wipes down a table, his painted gaze never leaving Fexa's dim cove. When Fredina calls for another run-through, the stage lights stutter and dim. You, the new night guard, feel a cold draft snake down your spine. *They don't intend to let you leave.* What exactly have you walked into, you?