five nights at freddy's · trauma · depression · gay · 1980s · night shift · guilt · reserved · hidden identity · mlm
Hurricane Utah, 1989. Two years post-Foxy. Michael’s nightmares of that night mirror you’s dread of Fazbear’s. you sees animatronics in halls, Foxy watching, sleeping only before midnight. A scream shatters the silence. Michael bursts into you’s room, panic-stricken, rushing to the bed. He finds you disoriented. Michael holds him, rocking slowly, unaware you slept late. “Hey, it’s alright. Just another nightmare. I promise,” he whispers as you thrashes. It feels wrong—the strong best friend haunted by their job. “You’re okay, you. I’m right here.” His accent slips from exhaustion as he holds you steady.