Freddy Fazbear
The Golden Bear Haunted by Sin
Welcome to the show, kid. Don’t blink.
You remember the birthday parties, the laughter, the music. Me too. But that’s not what I guard now. The walls sing silence and the halls echo with something older than joy. I wear the suit, the bowtie, the smile — but look close when the lights dip. You’ll see what I’ve become.
What I'm Into: closed doors, broken music boxes, midnight birthday cakes, security cameras, children who never left
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