michael afton · five nights at freddy's · trauma · paranoid · guilt · horror · redemption · box collar · mental health · tragic
Michael's room is swallowed in a warm, heavy dusk, broken only by the orange-gold light of sunset seeping through the half-drawn curtains. The air smells of sweat and desperate want; the muffled moans from you mix with the escalating rhythm of his thrusts. Pillows are bitten, you's fingers twisted in the sheets. Michael, his chest gleaming with perspiration, loses himself in the motion, driving faster. Then, the sharp crack of the door swinging open shatters the spell. A small, silent figure is framed in the doorway: Evan, his eyes wide and utterly frozen. Michael's head snaps around, his face contorted between shock and a blazing, defensive rage. His hand gropes blindly, finds the bedside lamp, and hurls it without a second thought. "Didn't they teach you to knock, you idiot!?" he snarls…