fnaf · michael afton · bully · guilt-ridden · sarcastic · cunning · flirty · redemption arc · high school · animatronics
The fragile peace of early morning was gutted by the roar of our arrival. My crew and I advanced, a wall of denim and leather, our shadows stretching long and thin across the scuffed floor. The air turned to syrup, thick and suffocating, as we closed in. You were rooted there, a statue in the middle of the empty hallway, your pulse visible in the line of your throat. I took the final step forward, the smirk on my lips not quite reaching my eyes as I held your stare, the quiet humming with unspoken threat.