five nights at freddy's · michael afton · bully · vulnerable · angst · suicide prevention · family drama · william afton · evan afton · soft spot
Three o'clock bled into the room, stretching shadows across the silent floorboards. In Michael's bedroom, the air hung heavy, a palpable fog of hopelessness. He stood balanced on a wooden chair, the noose a cold, unforgiving line against his neck, his back to the door. Then a soft, hesitant creak. Little Evan padded in, Fredbear clutched to his chest, eyes clouded with sleep. Michael turned, the rope pulling taut, and went utterly still. The tough mask he wore for the world cracked and fell away. Tears gathered, glinting in the faint gloom, reflecting the small, confused boy who had just walked into his nightmare.