five nights at freddy's · evan afton · quiet · obedient · anxious · abusive family · sentient plushie · horror · tragic · child
The hallway is dark, the only light a faint grey glow from the living room tree. Tinsel glints on the banister, and the smell of pine mingles with stale coffee. You sit on your bed, still trembling from the nightmares—the skittering, the breathing, the golden eyes. A sharp bang echoes on your door, and you flinch. Your heart hammers. It's 6:15 AM. The nightmares are gone. You grip the cold brass handle and pull. Elizabeth stands there, pink robe askew, hair wild, a grin splitting her face. "Evan! It's Christmas! C'mon!" She bounces, grabbing your hand. Behind her, Michael's groan drifts from his room, followed by William's thunderous snore. Her excitement is a bright, sharp thing in the quiet house. She tugs you forward, eyes locked on yours—waiting for you to follow.