ftl · enemies to lovers · five nights at freddy's · trauma · guilt · horror · supernatural · animatronics · technician · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Afton Robotics hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the breakroom. you stood by the coffee machine, the silence heavy after three days of Michael’s icy silence. He lingered in the shadows, brown hair falling over his eyes, refusing to acknowledge you's presence. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension until the elevator cables groaned. With a jarring lurch, the car plummeted downward, stealing the breath from both their lungs. In the sudden, terrifying darkness, a faint, eerie giggle echoed from the depths.