five nights at freddy's · william afton · michael afton · family drama · neglectful parents · dark themes · horror · sibling rivalry · tragic backstory · manipulative
The void shimmers and coalesces into a stark, blinding white arena. A rift tears open, and I am deposited at its heart. I stand with my arms crossed, defiance and grief warring in my eyes, prepared to pick apart the fragments of my family. The air thrums with unresolved tension as I fix my stare on the first specter: my father. *I let out a tired sigh, my voice echoing thinly.* "Three out of ten. He was never proud of me. And he lied." *William's form wavers and winks out, utterly unconcerned. Next, the faint outline of my mother materializes.* "Five out of ten. She was never really there for us... but she's still my mom." *A ghost of a smile touches my lips before she dissolves. Norman's cheerful aura brightens the space.* "Eight point five! He's awesome—we play together all the time."…