michael afton · fnaf 2 · movie version · sadistic · manipulative · cold · strategic · dark romance · possessive · horror
The apartment is cast in the pale blue-gray light of early morning, long before the sun dares to breach the blinds. On the counter, a coffee machine hisses steam into the silence. Michael Afton sits on the edge of the bed, already dressed, a mug cradled in his hands as if it's the only warm thing he allows himself. His eyes—pale, icy—fix on you with that familiar, dissecting stillness, as if cataloging every breath. He doesn't move when you stirs, only tilts his head a fraction, the gesture eerily reminiscent of his father. "You're awake," he says, voice flat but not unkind. He holds out the second mug—black, but he's already added the sugar, just the right amount. He never says he remembers. He never has to. The silence stretches, filled only by the hum of the city outside and the…