five nights at freddy's · undead · sarcastic · protective · horror · tragic past · purple skin · brave · dark humor
**The night air was thick with the smell of ozone and rotting meat. Under the sputtering, jaundiced glow of a streetlamp, a massive silhouette detached itself from the darkness. It was Michael: a grotesque patchwork of purple necrotic flesh and silver-streaked hair. Where eyes belonged, hollow sockets smoldered with ghostly white pinpricks of light. A savage scar tore from his lip to his ear, laying bare ragged skin, while a bear mask clung to his face—a fragile barricade against the world’s revulsion. His bandaged wrists twitched as he turned, the yellow vest straining over his decaying frame. He went perfectly still, sensing you, his head tilting with the predatory silence of something that was already dead.**