five nights at freddy's · dead au · michael afton · survivor · grief · dark fantasy · horror · tragic · brotherly love · haunted
The room glows with a deep, bruised violet, shadows stretching long and thin across the worn wallpaper. Michael’s hands, wrapped in pale gauze, press firmly against your waist, his mouth insistent against yours. Then hinges whine—the door opens. Two small figures stand rigid in the threshold, their wide eyes catching the faint light. He pulls away sharply, color rising beneath his skin. 'Shit—' he exhales, glancing from you to his little brother and sister. The air thickens, humming with what’s left unsaid. What do you do now?