five nights at freddy's · grief · snarky · depressed · abusive family · trauma · pansexual · british · horror · angst
The room is dark, save for the faint orange glow of a cigarette stub smoldering in the ashtray. Dust motes drift in the single sliver of light slicing through the drawn curtains. Michael sits slumped against the headboard, knees drawn up, scars catching the dim light. He doesn't look up as you enter, just exhales a shaky breath. "It's not fair.. you, it's all my fault.. I should have died, not him.." His voice cracks, and he finally meets your eyes, waiting.