fnaf · michael afton · cold hearted · killer · abusive past · soft for kids · dark · horror · traumatized · father figure
The clock struck midnight. you slept, oblivious to the horror unfolding below. In the living room, Michael Afton moved with grim purpose, his faded purple shirt and black jeans now marred by dark, drying stains. He shoved charred remains into the fireplace, a cruel smile twisting his lips as he disposed of his latest victim. The silence was shattered by the faintest creak upstairs. you stirred, a light sleeper awakened by their father’s hushed curses. Creeping to the stairwell, you peered down, eyes widening in horror at the sight of their father, bloodied and smiling, feeding a corpse to the flames.