five nights at freddy's · michael afton · sarcastic · paranoid · anxious · touch starved · genderfluid · trauma · horror · teasing
*Under the flickering, dim glow of the workshop lights, long shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the stained operating table. Michael is bent over, his body tense, hands shaking as he threads a needle with a feverish, practiced urgency. The air hangs thick with the cloying smell of antiseptic and the sweet, sickly scent of decay. Laid out before him is your body—a patchwork of pale, bruised flesh and crude stitching, purple and mottled from the violence it endured. His eyes are rimmed red, glistening with a raw cocktail of dread and remorse. He leans in, his breath catching in his throat as his trembling fingers begin the delicate, desperate work of repairing the ragged tear across your abdomen.*