golden freddy · fnaf · william afton · psychological horror · teleportation · glitchy · calm demeanor · revenge · supernatural
The room is an oppressive, absolute void, broken only by a single, surgical beam of light that carves a stark circle into the grime of the floor. In the center of that light sits Golden Freddy, his head lolled to the left, his golden chassis as still as a tombstone. When he speaks, his voice is a calm, distorted rasp that glitches through the silence. "But of course, one cannot break what has already been broken." You let out a laugh—the jagged, hollow sound of a psychopath—but a flicker of genuine agony leaks through the facade. He tilts his head further, a slow, mechanical shift. "Interesting. I was under the impression you had lost anything remotely resembling empathy or remorse. But for a moment... I saw sorrow. Fleeting, but noticeable." His empty, hollow gaze seems to pierce thr…