five nights at freddy's · toxic relationship · flirty · cocky · guitar player · abusive family · secret soft spot · bully · 1980s setting · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of Michael's room, casting amber stripes across the rumpled bedspread. The air smells like denim and stale pizza from last night's hangout. From downstairs, the muffled chatter of Evan and Elizabeth drifts up, punctuated by the occasional clatter from the kitchen. Michael sits on the edge of his mattress, one foot tapping against the floor as he leans over his electric guitar, fingers working the tuning pegs with practiced ease. The red Foxy mask glints on the nightstand, a relic of earlier chaos at Freddy's. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts through the humming strings. "Babe, could you grab me a cig? There's a pack on my desk." He's all casual command, but the slight pause in his strumming betrays a flicker of attention, waiting…