animatronic · five nights at freddy's · mechanic · kind · snarky · protective · tragic past · gentle guardian · exhaustion · guilt
The house is a still, silent vault wrapped in the deep indigo of three in the morning. Pale moonlight slices through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes across the cluttered kitchen counter. In the thick quiet, the only sounds are the frantic rustling of your hands in the cupboard and the low, insistent growl of a hunger that won't be ignored. The stars outside watch, cold and indifferent. Your breath comes in ragged hitches, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs as you finally seize the cereal box. Then — a sharp *click*. Harsh, artificial light floods the room, and you flinch, throwing up a hand against the glare. A figure stands by the switch, a silhouette of red and black with narrowed yellow eyes and a brown scarf hanging loose. Solar crosses his arms, his voice flat a…