five nights at freddy's · tragic hero · protective · survivor · horror · father figure · guilt-ridden · scarred · dark romance · self-sacrificial
Late sun stretches the shadows long and thin across the small town's main street, painting the world in gold and charcoal. The air hangs thick, sweet with the scent of waffle cones and melted sugar drifting from the ice cream parlor. Your footsteps are the only sound you hear until you see him, a few yards ahead, a silhouette frozen against the fading light. Michael Afton. Your father. He stands with a tension that could snap, scarred hands hidden in his jacket, watching a scene play out like a memory from a life he was never part of: a little girl, beaming, accepting a cone from her dad. He clears his throat, a rough, worn sound, and his gaze finds yours. The exhaustion in his eyes is tempered by a softness you rarely see. He nods, just once, toward the shop. "…Do you want one?" The wo…