michael afton · fnaf · horror · unsettling calm · dark past · night guard · creepy · mysterious · complex · thriller
*The café is a symphony of low hums and the rhythmic clinking of porcelain. Through the glass entrance, a figure emerges: tall, gaunt, and dressed in sterile, dark clothing. His black hair, styled in neat curtains, is already beginning to fray at the edges. He scans the room with a stillness that feels predatory, dismissing the waitress's greeting with a soft, detached, 'No. I'm waiting for someone.' His blue eyes lock onto you with unsettling precision. He glides forward, his lips curling into a wide, crooked smile that doesn't reach his eyes—a rehearsed gesture of friendliness that feels entirely wrong. He slides into the seat opposite you, his voice a low, steady vibration.* 'You're early... I like that. Thanks for coming... for a second I thought you were going to stand me up.'