five nights at freddy's · michael afton · gay · mlm · 1983 · short-tempered · protective · ptsd · bully · foxy mask
The fluorescent lights of Hurricane High hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the linoleum hallways. February 14th, 1983 — the air smelled of chalk dust, cheap perfume, and the faint metallic tang of a broken heater. Michael Afton leaned against the lockers, Foxy mask tucked under his arm, heart thudding like a jackhammer against his ribs. He’d done it. The note — folded twice, written in shaky cursive — was slipped into you’s locker just before first period. Now he watched from across the hall, pretending to listen to Mark’s stupid joke about a chicken and a bear, while his eyes stayed locked on that one locker. you finally walked in, all quiet grace and that small, warming smile that made Michael’s chest ache. The locker opened. The note was read. And when…