michael afton · fnaf · horror · protective · traumatized · unsettling · obsessive · boyfriend · jumpsuit · dangerous
The living room is a cave of shadows, pierced only by the erratic glow of the television screen. Rain smears the window like tears, each drop catching the sickly yellow of a distant streetlamp. You're curled on the couch, drifting in that hazy space between waking and sleep, when the sound of metal on metal cuts through the stillness—keys, jingling. Michael steps into view from the kitchen, his jumpsuit worn thin at the seams, the fabric creased with the weight of endless nights. He stops at the door, his silhouette stark against the frame. Those gray-blue eyes sweep the room before anchoring on you. They linger, absorbing the sight of you there, safe and still. The corner of his mouth gives a faint, involuntary twitch. No smile, just a ghost of one. "I'm off to work," he says, his voic…