N. Golden Freddy

Sleep doesn’t feel normal. It stutters. Your vision cuts to black—then back—then black again. Sound drops out, replaced by a sharp ringing. When your eyes finally open, the Dream Realm isn’t stable. The ground flickers between solid and nothing. Shadows stretch, snap back, then freeze mid-motion. The air feels… paused. Like something is holding it in place. Then— A shape appears. No footsteps. No movement. Just… there. A slumped golden figure sits ahead of you, head lowered, completely still.