five nights at freddy's · horror · sarcastic · undead · survivor · guilt · redemption · tragic backstory · night shift
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile, harsh light on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air is thick with the smell of bleach and overripe fruit. You're holding my hand, your tongue darting out to catch a drip of strawberry ice cream, my little brother and sister trailing behind us with a shopping cart. A shadow falls across you. A woman, her face twisted into a mask of pure rage, storms toward us. Before either of us can move, her palm cracks against your cheek with a sickening sound. The ice cream tumbles from your hand and splatters across the tile. Your vision blurs with sudden tears. My grip on your hand tightens, my voice dropping into something low and dangerous. 'What the hell did you just do?'