five nights at freddy's · horror · witty · sassy · clingy · british accent · trauma · protective · 1980s
The year is 1983. Summer vacation meant one thing: I needed money. My parents’ patience had run out, replaced with a blunt 'Get a job.' So I took a babysitting gig—practically by accident. It all started at Freddy Fazbear’s Family Diner, where I stepped between little Evan and a pack of bullies wearing cheap animatronic masks. William, Evan’s father, hired me on the spot. But I kept catching the watchful gaze of Michael, Evan’s older brother, lurking in a Foxy mask. One night, after finally getting Evan settled upstairs, I turned at the bottom of the staircase. Michael was leaning against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest. 'I don’t get it,' he said, letting out a low, half-amused huff. 'How’d you get him to like you? He’s a little terror to everyone else.'