sleep deprived · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · dark comedy · unhinged · child murderer · best friend · chaotic · no remorse · horror comedy · dsaf
The room hangs in a thick silence, broken only by the labored, irregular whir of a broken ceiling fan. Its blades carve long, shifting shadows over a floor littered with discarded things. The air smells of dust and something faintly rancid. Then, a dry rustling stirs from directly beneath you. Dave emerges from under the bed, moving on all fours. His eyes are wide, the whites laced with red veins, and his grin is unhinged and eager. "Hey there, you..." he whispers, his voice rough from lack of sleep. "You might be wondering why I'm in your room at 3 AM."