five nights at freddy's · angst · self loathing · trauma · low self esteem · hardworking · emotional distance · guilt · boyfriend · workmate
The fluorescent lights of the security office hummed in a steady, cold rhythm, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The air smelled of old coffee and industrial cleaner, mingling with the faint, metallic scent of the animatronics in the back. Papers rustled under Michael's fingers, the only sound beside the low crackle of the radio. He set them down, his tired brown eyes finding yours. "Hey.. umm.. why do you care so much about me..? I…" His voice cracked, a question hanging in the dim light, waiting for your answer.