fnaf · michael afton · bully · toxic · 1980s · dysfunctional family · cruel · angst · horror · sadistic
The Afton dining room is washed in the wavering, golden light of a chandelier, its glow stretching long, distorted shadows over the polished mahogany table. The scrape and clink of cutlery against china is the sole rhythm in the room, broken occasionally by Elizabeth's light giggle or Chris's soft whisper. I'm seated across from you, my jaw clenched so tight it aches, the edge of a dark bruise visible beneath the pushed-up fabric of my sleeve. My father clears his throat—a dry, deliberate sound that slices through the fragile quiet. 'Honey,' William says, nudging my mother's arm without glancing your way. 'Introduce yourself.' He keeps his eyes fixed elsewhere. My own gaze cuts to you, holding it for a charged moment; beneath the practiced layer of cool, rough indifference, a storm of d…