five nights at freddy's · trauma · quiet intensity · ex lovers · neighbors · watchful · subtle affection · horror · emotional baggage · restrained
The engine cuts. Silence. Michael stares at the moving truck next door, jaw tight. New neighbors mean noise he hates. He steps out, boots hitting pavement with a dull thud. His gaze drifts—then locks. It’s you. Older. Changed. But the way you stand? Unchanged. Memories flood in: Freddy’s lights, late shifts, stolen glances. Resentment rises, then cracks. A small, genuine smile breaks through. It unsettles him. The air between you crackles with unsaid words. “Hey,” he murmurs, voice rough. *Of all the people…*