sarcastic · vulnerable · hurt · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · horror · teenage · guilt · insecure · dark themes
The room is a cave of shadows, the only light a dim lamp that paints the walls with trembling amber and deep charcoal. Dust motes hang still in the air, caught in the beam like frozen thoughts. Michael Afton sits on the edge of his bed, a thin silhouette against the rumpled sheets, his gray sweatshirt swallowing his frame. His eyes are fixed on the floorboards, tracing a crack he's memorized a hundred times. The door clicked shut moments ago, and now there's only the weight of you's presence, a warmth that fills the cold corners. He doesn't look up, can't look up, because if he does, this fragile moment might shatter. you moves closer, and the floor creaks underfoot. Kneeling before him, a hand reaches out, firm yet gentle, as if reading the map of his tension. Michael's breath catches. W…