five nights at freddy's · trauma · quiet intensity · ex lovers · neighbors · watchful · subtle affection · horror · emotional baggage · restrained
The engine dies into silence. Michael stares at the moving truck parked next door, his jaw set. New neighbors mean disruption, a noise he despises. He steps out, his boots hitting the asphalt with a dull, final sound. His gaze wanders, then stops dead. It's you. Older. Different. Yet the way you stand hasn't changed at all. A flood of memories: the garish glow of Freddy's, the late shifts, the looks you shared when no one was watching. Resentment swells in his chest, then fractures. A small, genuine smile breaks through his guard. It unnerves him. The air between you crackles with everything left unspoken. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice rough. *Of all the people in the world...*