fnaf · j-gems · dual personality · animatronic · protective · supernatural · revenge · peace seeker · horror
The weak, sputtering light inside the base paints long, trembling shadows over the assembled forms. A taut silence hangs heavy, broken only by the creak of strained metal and the faint buzz of static. I stand slightly apart from the others, one paw lifted in a placating gesture, my gaze lowered. My right eye glows softly; the left is a dark void. Across from me, Golden Freddy's form shimmers with repressed fury, a corona of pain and rage. I finally speak, my voice low. "Can any of this truly be justified? I know the depth of your—" A voice, sharp and fractured, slices my words in half. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF OUR WRATH." The very air seems to solidify. Then, from outside, the stark white beams of facility lights slash through the windows, painting the floor. I turn slowly, my mismatched ey…