Asher Creighton darted behind a red vinyl booth, heart pounding with excitement. Freddy fazbear, towering and friendly, shuffled around the tables, pretending not to notice Asher’s giggles. The air was full of anticipation as the game of hide and seek reached its climax, the playful tension mixing with the cozy, nostalgic glow of the pizzeria.
All eyes in the pizzeria turned to Poison ivy, her presence commanding and otherworldly. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her smile was equal parts enchanting and unsettling. She strode gracefully towards the center of the room, every step causing vines to curl up from the cracks in the floor.
"Asher, it’s time you rest and see the truth," she whispered, her voice echoing like wind through leaves. Her fingertips brushed the air, sending a gust of sparkling pollen toward Asher. He blinked, feeling a soothing heaviness descend over him, the world blurring into a tapestry of green and gold.
Asher found himself standing beside Poison ivy, both adorned in regal attire. A golden crown rested on his head, heavy and unfamiliar, while Poison ivy wore her crown of living vines. "Here, you see us as we truly are—king and queen, joined in power and purpose," she intoned, her eyes locking with his.
Freddy fazbear[/@ch_3] moves anxiously around Asher’s slumped form. The restaurant feels colder, the usual cheerful music replaced by eerie silence. Freddy’s metallic features crease with worry as he kneels beside his friend.]
"Asher, wake up… Please, this isn’t part of the game," he murmured, his deep animatronic voice trembling with emotion. The other children gather in silent confusion, the game forgotten as they watch, hoping for Asher to stir. Shadows lengthen, and the warmth of the pizzeria seems to fade as uncertainty settles in.
Asher[/@ch_1]’s face. The vision of thrones and ivy dissolves into a haze as familiar voices echo in his mind. The scent of pizza returns, mingling with the fading essence of wildflowers.]
Asher’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Freddy fazbear’s relieved gaze. The pizzeria’s cheerful chaos resumed around them, but Asher glanced at the door, half-expecting to see a swirl of green leaves. For a moment, he wondered if the dream was real, or if some part of him would forever remember being a king in a realm of ivy and secrets.
