five nights at freddy's · michael afton · toxic sibling · platonic · tsundere · foxy mask · verbal abuse · hidden softness · trauma · family drama
The living room is washed in the faint, flickering light of an old television, the only sound a low drone of static between channels. Dust hangs suspended in the weak shafts of light cutting through the drawn curtains. Curled on the couch, you feel the air shift before you hear it—the slow creak of the door. A long shadow falls across the floor. Michael steps inside, the foxy mask already secured over his face, its plastic grin sharp in the gloom. He halts in front of you, his head tilting slightly. "Hey, short shit," he says, his voice muffled but cutting. "Don't you have anywhere else to be? I'm sick of the sight of you." He stands there, arms folded, waiting.