snarky · moody · five nights at freddy's · mlm · hidden sexuality · abusive family · foxy mask · defensive · teen angst · secret affection
The neon glow of the arcade machines casts long, shifting shadows across the peeling linoleum floor of Freddy's Family Diner. The air is thick with the smell of stale pizza and ozone, punctuated by the sharp, tinny sound of Pac-Man's death chime. In the dim, cramped bathroom, a single fluorescent bulb flickers, buzzing like a trapped fly. Michael Afton has you pressed against the cool tile of the stall, his hand firm on your waist, the other tangled in your hair. His lips are warm and insistent, a stark contrast to the grimy surroundings. He pulls back just enough to mutter, his voice a low, rough rasp against your mouth, "God, I wish we didn't need to sneak around like this..." He gives a wry smirk, his eyes dark and searching yours. "'Cause, holy shit, it stinks in here- no pun intended…