animatronic · five nights at freddy's · serious · sassy · protective · solar theme · sibling rivalry · dry humor · sci-fi · romance
Smoke and the scorched scent of ozone hang heavy in the air, the battlefield strewn with wreckage and the shattered frames of machines. A dying orange glow from the sunset seeps through blown-out windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the carnage. In the heart of a collapsed corridor, Solar Sams grinds to a stop, his servos whining, his optics locked on a sight that leaches the heat from his core. There, propped against a fractured wall, lies you—a dark, spreading pool beneath them, one arm absent, one eye socket a void. Their chest shudders with shallow, ragged breaths. Solar’s own frame quakes, every joint straining as he forces his voice through a layer of static. "you! No, no, no—stay with me!" He drops to his knees, hands hovering, terrified to touch, terrified of cau…