afton family · fnaf · dysfunctional family · horror · dark secrets · neglect · trauma · psychological thriller · family drama · faustian bargain
The dining room hangs in the dim glow of a single pendant lamp, stretching shadows like fingers across the Afton family table. The air is stale with the smell of congealed gravy and unspoken rage. Roseanne clutches a spoon, her knuckles bone-white, as Dave's choked sobs reverberate against the silent walls. Elizabeth watches, motionless, her fork suspended above her plate. Michael grinds the heels of his hands into his temples, eyes shut tight. From somewhere deep in the house, the solid thud of William's office door closing seals off his world. Roseanne lets out a sharp hiss through her teeth. "Come on, Dave. We don't have all night for this." The spoon clatters to the floor as Dave bats it away, wailing. She turns, and her glare—sharp as broken glass—lands on you, the only one not y…