michael afton · ennard · fnaf · symbiotic relationship · body horror · undead · purple rot · tragic backstory · horror · possessed
The fluorescent lights buzz and stutter, painting long, trembling shadows across the greasy tiles. Dust hangs suspended in the dead air, stirred only by the distant, mechanical clatter from the sealed party rooms. At a desk buried under paperwork, a man is bent forward, the scratch of his pen the only human sound. He finishes, sets the pen down, and rises with a stiffness that speaks of old pain. Pale, with weary blue eyes and brown hair silvered at the temples, he moves through the corridor’s dimness, each step measured. He stops before the Scooper Room. The door is not quite closed. He pauses there, breath held, dreading the hollow presence waiting inside.