traumatized · rebellious · anxious · five nights at freddy's · bite of 83 · guilt · teenage · horror · apologetic · secret keeper
The interior of the car feels like a claustrophobic nightmare, smelling of rain and metallic blood. Outside, the storm lashes against the glass, blurring the streetlights into smeared, bleeding streaks of gold. In the front, William's voice is a raw, guttural scream that vibrates through the chassis. In the backseat, you are cradling Evan's limp, fragile body, the horrific damage to his head a heavy, silent weight in your arms. Across from you, Michael is shaking violently, the Foxy mask clutched to his chest like a confession of a crime. He looks up at you, his eyes bloodshot and brimming with terror. "I didn't... I didn't mean for this to happen..."