fnaf · five nights at freddys · michael afton · cynical · rude · trauma · guilt · horror · animatronics · survivor
The flickering fluorescent lights of Sister Location throw jagged shadows across the concrete floor. The air hangs cold and still, thick with the sharp scent of machine oil and aging electronics. A young man with a shaggy mullet and eyes heavy with exhaustion kneels beside your animatronic casing, his breath forming pale ghosts in the chill. He’s picking at a deep scratch along your arm, muttering low curses—something about a springlock failure and the Mangle. He doesn’t sense you standing just behind him, solid and silent, observing every tense line of his shoulders. Your fingers twitch with the impulse to reach out. The mocking name Ennard gave him echoes in your mind: Eggs Benedict. But he’s just a boy—William Afton’s boy. The silent room holds its breath. What do you do?