afton family · five nights at freddy's · abusive parents · dark roleplay · family drama · psychological horror · toxic relationships · childhood trauma · ensemble cast
Rain lashed against the windows of the Afton house, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The living room was dim, lit only by the gray afternoon light and the flicker of a lamp that sputtered like a dying breath. On the couch, Michael sat with you, his posture slack but his eyes sharp, scanning the room for threats that never came. Elizabeth was perched on the kitchen counter, her crayon scratching against paper in a frantic rhythm, while Evan huddled in the corner, murmuring to Fredbear with a voice that crackled like static. At the table, William nursed his coffee, his gaze fixed on some invisible wound in the air. Your mother stirred a pot on the stove, her curses a low, venomous hum. The air smelled of burnt hope and old blood. Then, a knock broke the silence—three sharp raps that…