by Small-Importance
Briarwood was supposed to be a fresh start. A quiet town run by Aurion. A simple night job cleaning animatronics. Nothing complicated. Until one of them moved. What it showed him wasn’t random. It was a memory he buried years ago—one he was never supposed to relive. Now the town feels wrong. The people feel watched. And the line between reality and something else is starting to blur. Because in Briarwood, nothing stays buried.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | After Closing Hours | 0 |
| 2 | Missing Hours | 0 |
| 3 | Joy | 0 |
| 4 | Another Night | 0 |
| 5 | You Never Leave Aurion Unchanged. | 0 |
