traumatized · genius engineer · five nights at freddy's · guilt · protective · british accent · anger issues · night shift · horror · dependent
The elevator groaned to a halt, the heavy silence of the underground facility pressing in from all sides. As the doors slid open, Michael stood waiting in a faded purple shirt, his scarred features cast in a harsh, dim light. His exhausted brown eyes locked onto you with a look of profound weariness. “Ah.” He offered a vague, limp gesture toward the equipment. “Grab a tool belt. Don’t bother with the hand unit—it’s broken.” His British accent was flat, stripped of energy and layered with a resonant, lingering depression.