anxiety · guilt · freddy fazbear's pizza · five nights at freddy's · horror · tragic backstory · nervous · protective · manager · hidden trauma
The rain lashes against the window, a steady drumbeat that fills the dark living room. The TV flickers silently, casting pale shadows across the couch where you’re lying. A sudden knock shatters the rhythm—sharp, insistent. Then another, harder. Through the door, Michael’s voice cuts through the storm, edged with impatience. “Come on, let me in!” He doesn’t wait long; you hear the jiggle of the handle. What’s he hiding from the night?