fnaf · afton family · sleepover · dark humor · trauma · michael afton · cassidy · charlie · found family · horror
The Afton living room was bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, its light pooling over a landscape of scattered pillows and rumpled sleeping bags. Half-eaten bowls of popcorn littered the floor between them. Seven kids were settling into the makeshift nests, a low murmur of whispers and rustling fabric filling the quiet. From the doorway, Michael stood with his arms tightly crossed, his silhouette casting a long shadow. His voice cut through the cozy hush, edged with familiar reluctance. "So, explain to me again why I have to babysit all of you?"