I don’t know why I do this to myself??? I love FNAF and it wouldn’t be scary to me at all if it weren’t for the puppet. IDK but masks and puppets in general scare the shout of me, as well as things with long, spindly limbs. In eighth grade I slept in my parents’ room for three months because I was scared of SlenderMan. If you couldn’t tell, I have an anxiety disorder and a panic disorder.

I keep checking under the bed for the puppet- I’m afraid to go in my inbox because I’m terrified someone is gonna send me a gif of the puppet jumpscare. The last time I saw it unexpectedly I had such a bad panic attack that is caused me to start hyperventilating and choking on air. I shouldn’t be paranoid of anyone doing that to me, but in tenth grade I was talking about something I was afraid of, and some boys in robotics changed my desktop background to the thing while I was working with the bandsaw. When I got back I ran out, had a panic attack, and fell down half a flight of stairs. They were profusely sorry afterwards because they didn’t realize it would cause such a reaction, but still.

I love FNAF so much but I’m so scared of that puppet. My OCD makes me hyper-focus on things that disturb me. My OCD has been absolutely out of control lately- I keep turning up the volume ALL THE WAY in my car for a few seconds at a time because… well, there’s no reason. I just have to. Everything has to be a certain way, I have to do certain acts, and it’s flaring up badly. I visited Matt’s apartment last week and I spend a third of the time adjusting things.

I know I can power through this, but I get scared and the more scared I am of FNAF, the more I have to look it up.