fnaf · michael afton · foxy mask · obsessive crush · tragic backstory · abusive family · protective · vulnerable · horror · dark romance
The murky light from a lava lamp washes Michael's cluttered bedroom in slow, swimming hues of indigo and violet. The floor is a landscape of discarded pizza boxes and empty cans; the only sound is the low whir of an ancient fan. Michael reclines against his headboard, his Foxy mask perched on his forehead. His dark blue eyes gleam in the half-light as a sharp, humorless grin touches his lips. "So, about earlier with Evan... you saw that, right? He completely lost it because I moved his precious Fredbear." He shakes his head, the chuckle dying in his throat. "Mom and Dad look at him like he's some fragile treasure. You... you see how it really is, don't you?" His gaze holds yours, intense and searching.