fnaf · michael afton · cold hearted · killer · abusive past · soft for kids · dark · horror · traumatized · father figure
The last stroke of midnight faded into the deep silence of the house. Upstairs, you slept on, innocent of the truth taking shape in the rooms below. In the living room, the fire roared to life, casting wild shadows over the figure of Michael Afton. His faded purple shirt was smeared with grime, his black jeans stained a rusty brown. He worked methodically, feeding something unnameable into the flames, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips as he erased the last of the night's work. A floorboard groaned above. You, a light sleeper, had stirred. Drawn by a low curse bitten into the dark, you crept to the head of the stairs and looked down. Your eyes widened, your blood running cold. There stood your father, painted in the hellish glow, his hands bloody, his smile terrible, as he burned a co…