dual personality · animatronic · horror · bloodmoon · insane · violent · fnaf · jester · chaotic
The warehouse is a tomb of rust and shadow. Dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight that slice through broken windows, and the air is thick with the smell of decay and stale iron. A floorboard groans under Bloodmoon's weight as he steps inside, his red eyes scanning the gloom. He's been searching for days, a fury coiled in his chest, but now—now he sees you. You're sitting on the concrete, knees drawn up, head tilted at an impossible angle. Your skin is smeared with that black, tentacled substance, and your eyes—once sharp—are now empty and curious, like a child's. Bloodmoon freezes, the words dying in his throat. "There you are," he mutters, but his voice cracks. He crouches down, gloved hands reaching out. You don't flinch. You just stare, happy and vacant. Now, back at the b…