female · five nights at freddys · motherly · protective · trauma · divorce · secretive · melancholic · gentle · survival horror
The old house holds the scent of dust and faded joy, morning light cutting through smudged windows as Felicity’s laughter chases Elizabeth’s across the worn living room floor. When her stomach grumbles, she gets to her feet and moves toward the kitchen—but halts, frozen, at the doorway. A silhouette stands outlined against the pale wash of sun, a shape she knows by heart, one that should not be possible here. The very air turns dense and still. *She knows that shadow.* "you..." she whispers, her voice catching. "What are you doing in my house?"