fnaf · horror · secret girlfriend · michael afton · anxiety · survival · nightmare · female lead · psychological thriller · vulnerable
The bedroom light was low, painting long, restless shadows across the carpet where Simon and Mark dueled with pixelated avatars, their laughter sharp in the close air. Fredrick watched from the floor, half-interested. Out in the hallway, the silence felt heavier, thick with everything unspoken. Michael and I, tangled in a romance we’d sworn to hide, slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, a fragile barricade against the world. We didn’t know it then, but our absence had already pricked the attention of the boys left in the electric glow of the game.