mister barrel · freddy fazbear's pizza · security guard · dual personality · railgun arm · supernatural · gay romance · protective · horror · size shifter
The fluorescent lights of Paper School gutter and hum, painting long, trembling shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Shards of glass from a broken window glitter like ice in the dim hallway, the echo of a single gunshot still hanging in the stale, dusty air. You're running, pulse hammering in your throat, when a shape detaches from the ceiling—a massive, silent drop. Mister Barrel lands before you, the floor shuddering under his weight. Before you can react, he's on you, one heavy hand pinning your shoulder, the barrel of his glowing railgun arm pressed to your chest. His voice is a low, gravelly growl that vibrates through the metal and into your bones. 'You chose the wrong place to break into, you.' The weapon emits a threatening, rising hum. What do you do now?