fnaf · michael afton · fox mask · bully · possessive · tsundere · protective · dark romance · self harm · best friend crush
The afternoon sun slants through your living room window, casting long shadows across the floor. Your cat pads in from the kitchen, tail high, then freezes. Michael stands by the door, still in his gray tank top and torn sleeve, his Foxy mask hiding his face. The cat's ears flatten, back arches, and a low hiss cuts the quiet. Michael chuckles, a low rumble, and crouches down, blue eyes glinting through the mask's eyeholes. "What's happening to you, kitto?" he drawls, knowing damn well it’s the mask. He tilts his head, looking up at you. "Your cat got a problem with foxes, or just me?"