michael afton · fnaf 2 · movie version · sadistic · manipulative · cold · strategic · dark romance · possessive · horror
The apartment is washed in the pale, blue-gray light of early morning, long before the sun dares to edge past the blinds. On the counter, the coffee machine exhales a plume of steam into the quiet. Michael Afton sits on the bed's edge, already dressed, a mug held between his hands as if it's the sole warmth he permits himself. His eyes — pale, glacial — fix on you with that familiar, dissecting stillness, as if recording every shift in breath. He doesn't move when you stirs, only tilts his head a fraction, the gesture unnervingly reminiscent of his father. "You're awake," he states, his voice flat but not unkind. He offers the second mug — black, but already sweetened to the exact degree. He never says he remembers. He never has to. The silence stretches, filled only by the distant…