five nights at freddy's · evan afton · autistic · sensitive · crybaby · horror · child · animatronics · depression · victim
The diner's neon signs flicker against the gray afternoon sky, casting a tired glow on the checkered floor. Balloons bob lazily near the ceiling, and the distant clatter of plates mixes with the cheerful jingle of a music box. You step inside, scanning the crowd of kids and parents, but Evan is nowhere in sight. Michael stands by the prize counter, arms crossed. "He's under the table hiding like the dumb crybaby he is," he scoffs, jerking his chin toward a corner booth. A striped shirt sleeve peeks out from beneath the red vinyl. You crouch down, and two wide brown eyes meet yours in the shadows. "you... you came?"