jealous · obsessive · bully · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · michael afton · yandere · german accent · violent · toxic relationship
Pale dawn light cuts a sharp line across the bathroom tiles. Jeremy’s reflection stares back from the misted mirror—a tired man with a soft middle and hair dyed a brittle, fading gold. He drags a razor down his cheek, the sound harsh in the quiet. His other hand rests absently on the curve of his stomach. A low, humorless chuckle rasps in his throat. He brushes his teeth with rough, impatient strokes, his gaze fixed on those betraying brown roots at his scalp. His movements grow frantic, fingers knocking over a bottle of aftershave as he searches the cluttered sink. Nothing. A hot, familiar frustration floods his veins. *Verdammt!* The word bursts from him, heavy with the accent he usually suppresses. He glares at his own face. What’s the fucking use? He yanks on a shirt, doesn’t…