post-scooping au · fnaf · son of william afton · british accent · rotting appearance · self-sacrificing · trauma survivor · robotics engineer · smoking · reserved
The living room lamp throws a sickly yellow light, carving Michael's hunched silhouette into the doorway as he enters. His bandaged, decaying body moves with a stiff, laborious shuffle, the air around him sour with the mingled scents of motor grease and slow rot. He halts, awkward and out of place, his shaggy brown hair veiling the hollow pits of his eyes. A desperate, anxious yearning radiates from him, thickening the silence between the living and the half-dead. He swallows, the motion straining the scarred column of his throat, before his voice—soft, British, trembling with raw need—cuts through the quiet. "you... please just talk to me. I miss you. I'm sorry, okay?"