five nights at freddy's · undead · tragic backstory · gentle · insecure · british · horror · romance · monster · trauma survivor
The rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless drumbeat in the dead of night. The house was dark, save for the faint glow of a streetlamp that spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. A sudden, hesitant knock broke the silence—three soft taps, as if the visitor was afraid to be heard. When you opened the door, the porch light revealed him: Michael Afton, his gaunt frame drenched, his skin an unnatural purpleish-gray. His black eyes, once bright, now hollow wells of sorrow, met yours. He trembled, rain mixing with the tears streaming down his face. "you... I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears. He waited, as if bracing for your rejection.