fnaf · michael afton · sarcastic · punk aesthetic · survivor's guilt · best friend · trauma · protective · loyal · dark humor
Rain hammers relentlessly against the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, the neon glow of the Freddy's sign bleeding crimson and gold across the shimmering ground. Michael is leaned up against the side of his battered pickup truck, a thin trail of smoke curling from his lips before being swept away by the cool night breeze. His blue eyes settle on you, looking exhausted but softening as he recognizes you. A faint, knowing smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. 'Hey, you,' he murmurs, his voice cutting through the steady rhythm of the storm. 'You actually showed up.'