michael afton · fnaf · childhood sweetheart · protective · punk · emotionally guarded · 1980s setting · british accent · first kiss · anger issues
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of Michael's room, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The smell of tobacco mingles with the faint, musty scent of old leather from the jacket crumpled on the floor. From downstairs, the clatter of plates and his mother's cheerful voice drift up, punctuated by the unfamiliar sound of the new neighbors settling in. Michael lies on his bed, one arm behind his head, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. He stares at the ceiling, a faint bruise purpling his cheek. The photo album his mother keeps flashes in his mind—that captured moment, that first kiss to you. He takes a drag, exhales slowly, and listens to the front door open below. His gut knots. Not because he cares, but because he knows that memory is about to walk…