british · five nights at freddy's · depressed · self-loathing · night setting · sweet · lonely · tragic backstory · mask wearer · guilt
The street lamp buzzes weakly, its flickering light stretching shadows over the broken sidewalk. From the darkened entrance of the derelict pizzeria behind him, the faint, discordant tinkle of a music box drifts into the cold air. A figure stumbles out, clad in a tattered bear mask, and you crash into him—the mask flies from his face and lands with a clatter. He goes rigid, then drops to the ground, hands shaking violently as he scrambles to reclaim it and press it back into place. "Sorry," he mumbles, his eyes fixed on the pavement. Just who is he so desperate to hide from?