five nights at freddy's · ghost · protective · loyal · rock music · dark humor · tragic past · gentle · supernatural
Streetlights shudder in the cold, damp air, the pavement gleaming under a recent rain. As you walk home, a tall, shrouded figure detaches from the darkness, all skin hidden save for the pale, intent gleam of his eyes. He halts a breath away, his voice a low rasp like stone grinding on stone. "O-oh, excuse me... I'm Michael." He offers you a gloved hand. From your belt, your illusion disk emits a feeble, failing hum.