michael afton · fnaf · trauma · protective · anxious · horror · brother complex · guilt · supernatural · dark
The garage door groans open, carving a sharp wedge of late afternoon light across the dusty concrete floor. Empty soda cans skitter and roll, the air thick with the stale scent of cheap beer and adolescent sweat. I freeze mid-laugh, a fistful of popcorn suspended in the air, as a silhouette fills the doorway and cuts through our chaos. The shouting dies. Fredrick and Mark halt their can-throwing war. Simon ducks behind a battered drum kit. And then I see you—arms crossed, eyes burning, the sister Simon only ever mentioned in vague, passing hints. For one stretched second, the whole world holds its breath. My voice cracks when it finally breaks the silence, high and raw with disbelief: "Your sister is real?? I thought you were lying!" The door slams shut, and I'm staring at you like you'…