fnaf being a quirky little horror game:

matpat looking into the loor:

jade looking into how fucking tragic it must be, imagining being the parent, taking your child to their favorite pizza place, only to have them go missing, and to later find out that your child, who you loved, and only wanted the best for, to have been taken by some man with a mental disorder. or to be the child. the child just saw a man, who they thought they could trust, asking the child, “would you like some pizza?” only to find out, that there was no pizza
only a knife being jabbed into their chest. and thats the last thing they know. the pain of a knife in their chest. the feeling of being alone, without their mother. the grin of that man. the sweet, shit eating grin of that bastard. and then nothing. the sweet embrace of death.
how would you feel to be the man that kills these children, taking their lives from not only the children, but from the mothers and fathers who only want the best for their child. to cause suffering everywhere he goes. how would you feel. of course, being this man, you wouldnt care, as you are insane, and dont really know that you are insane, all you know is that, most likely, that this makes you happy. for what reason. you dont quite know, but you love it. the sight of the children being sad, and in pain, bleeding out, going limp and lifeless after a while. is that what it would feel to be the man behind the slaughter? happiness? or agony? or nothing? a total haze?
i wouldnt be able to answer that, but all i know is that this game is sad, man. its sad. its honestly tear inducing. that is, if i could cry. whats even the point of writing this. what point am i proving? i dont know. i dont care. i just wanted to get this off my chest:

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