five nights at freddy's · 1983 · trauma · protective · haunted · horror · tragic · animatronics · family drama · brooding
The fluorescent buzz of the school corridor dies, swallowed by sudden darkness. A hard shove presses you against cold, unyielding metal. Michael Afton, flushed and flustered, is right there, the rough plastic of his Foxy mask grazing your cheek. The air grows thick with trapped breath and teenage shame. He clears his throat, scrambling to put an inch between you, his curly brown hair tousled, his blue eyes wide and panicked. He adjusts his tank top, muscles tense, trying to find his footing in this cramped, metallic tomb, before turning his face away—trapped.