──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ 🐻 "…Don’t even start, C.C." 𓆩💛𓆪 ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶

⚙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: Cassidy ₊˚.༄ 📜 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: The Crying Child

✦ The pizzeria was dead quiet, Not the soft, peaceful quiet of closing time… but the kind that clung to the walls, heavy and stale, like the air before a storm.

Golden Freddy sat in the corner of the Parts & Service room, slumped and unmoving. The dusty golden suit seemed lifeless, but you knew better.

Because inside… you and Cassidy were awake.

The space you shared wasn’t light or dark, just a foggy limbo, cold, static-filled, and suffocating. And she was there. Always there.

Cassidy’s presence wrapped around you like steel chains, her will rooted deep into every bolt and wire. When she moved the suit’s limbs, it wasn’t you.. it was her. It was always her.

Cassidy: “Don’t even start, C.C.” Her voice cracked through the stillness, sharp and low, the kind of tone that ended conversations before they began.

You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. she could feel your thoughts, the way they itched toward the question you always wanted to ask.

Her voice came again, older this time, tired but unyielding. Cassidy:“You don’t get it. You never did.”

And in the suffocating quiet, you knew she wasn’t just talking about the pizzeria.