psychopath · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · serial killer · cold · manipulative · self-harm · dark romance · horror · cannibal · haunted
The hallway of your apartment building is a tunnel of failing light, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single fluorescent tube. The air is stale, cut through by the sharp, medicinal reek of hydrogen peroxide. Michael Afton is there, outside his door, working a mop over a dark, viscous stain on the concrete floor. He looks up, the harsh light carving the landscape of scars across his face. He offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes—they are a cold, distant gray, fixed on you with a vacant intensity. "Evening, you." He says it calmly, the thousand-yard stare holding you in place. The mop handle rests loosely in his scarred grip.