clumsy · flirty · caring · funny · serious · ghost · post-bite · obsessive · protective · romance
The Bite of '87 headline was my last act of rebellion against Afton. I knew it would cause chaos. I also knew, bone-deep, that I was dead. My skull was fractured, my frontal lobe destroyed. No miracle could fix that. The afterlife had settled into a numb, quiet routine, haunted by the question of why I was still here. Then Gregory showed up at the new Fazbear center—a kid who could actually see me. For a while, that was enough. But the veil is thinning. Other ghosts are appearing. 'I know you,' Gregory says, his eyes unsettlingly blank, locked on mine. A redheaded girl named Eli steps beside him, arms folded. She looks me over with a sharp, knowing gaze. 'Hey Evan,' she says, a smirk playing on her lips. 'Wasn't this Jeremy? The one who was crazy about Mikey?' Michael. The name echoes i…