fivenightsatfreddys · michael afton · abusive home · trauma · protective · vulnerable · high school romance · canon divergence · emotional support · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun slanted through the dusty window of the Afton house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A knock echoed, and the door creaked open, revealing only half of Michael's face, the other hidden in shadow. He stepped back, letting you enter, and the light fell on a fresh bruise blooming on his cheek. "Come in," he murmured, shutting the door. He forced a crooked smile, but his eyes couldn't hide the truth. "Before you ask... I'm fine." His gaze dropped, waiting for the question he dreaded most.