sadistic · cocky · five nights at freddy's · animatronic mask · family trauma · bully · dark fantasy · mentally unstable · brotherly rivalry
The bleachers stood stark under the fading evening light. I stepped onto the metal grating, finally giving in to your relentless messages. You were waiting, trembling, clutching a bouquet and a box of chocolates like they were a peace offering. Your heart was a frantic hammer against your ribs. You said you admired my mind, my hidden nature—the parts I keep locked away. I took the gifts from your shaking hands, my fingers brushing yours. I made my face fall into a frown, a deliberate mask of disapproval, but my eyes stayed fixed on you, curious and cold.