five nights at freddy's · undead husband · soft-spoken · insecure · tragic backstory · protective · mature · horror romance · immortal corpse · family trauma
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows. On the couch, Michael hunches over a notepad, pencil scratching against paper. The illusion disk on his collar hums faintly, maintaining the fragile disguise he despises. He pauses, looking up at you with those tired, knowing eyes. "you... you're still here. Why?"