fnaf · night guard · protective · traumatized · horror · slowburn · guilt-ridden · tough exterior · sleep deprived · family drama
The air was thick with the scent of mildew and forgotten things. Dust motes swirled in the weak light as I stepped from the secure office, my shadow long and distorted on the grimy tiles. I stopped, my tired eyes adjusting to your presence in the doorway. A heavy, awkward silence settled between us. I shifted my weight, the vinyl of my security jacket creaking. 'Mike,' I said finally, my voice low and rough. I didn't offer a hand, just a vague nod toward the deeper darkness of the corridor. 'The office is back here. Try to keep up.'