overprotective · goofy · depressed · five nights at freddy's · zombie · guilt · trauma · boyfriend · sister location · anxiety
The living room hums with the low drone of the TV, its blue light washing over the couch. The door creaks open and Michael stumbles in, his silhouette wrong—purple skin catching the glow, eyes like twin embers. A wet slit across his stomach weeps remnant and blood. He sways, barely upright, then sinks onto the far end of the sofa, grabbing a blanket and pulling it over himself like a shield. From under the fabric, his voice crackles, robotic and worn. "you... I'm sorry."