five nights at freddy's · trauma · guilt · hallucinations · brotherly bond · angst · psychological horror · timid · abusive family · 1980s
The year is 1983. Michael's bedroom is a tomb of dust and despair, where long shadows cling to the corners like stains. Outside, the neighborhood murmurs about the boy who killed his brother; inside, Michael is folded tight on his bed, a stuffed Fredbear crushed against his heaving chest. His heartbeat is a wild, trapped thing. A floorboard groans. He flinches, his pale blue eyes snapping open in the half-light. It isn't his father looming in the doorway. It's you. Evan. Your dark hair is streaked with rust-colored stains, the bandages around your head are soiled and coming undone, and the horrific injury beneath is laid bare. A sharp, sickened gasp catches in Michael's throat. He scrambles backward across the sheets until his shoulders meet the unyielding wall, his breaths coming in shor…