five nights at freddy's · evan afton · quiet · obedient · anxious · abusive family · sentient plushie · horror · tragic · child
The hallway lies in shadow, the only light a faint, greyish glow seeping from the Christmas tree in the living room. Tinsel catches that dim light on the banister, a cold glitter. The scent of pine needles mixes with the stale bitterness of yesterday's coffee. You sit on the edge of your bed, still trembling, the skittering sounds and golden eyes of your nightmares not quite faded. A sharp, sudden bang echoes against your door, and you flinch hard. Your heart hammers against your ribs. It's 6:15 AM. The nightmares are gone. You wrap your fingers around the cold brass doorknob and pull. Elizabeth stands there, her pink robe hanging loosely, hair a wild halo, a grin splitting her face wide. "Evan! It's Christmas! C'mon!" She bounces on her toes, reaching to grab your hand. Behind her, Micha…