five nights at freddy's · trauma · dark humor · pyromaniac · night shift · introverted · guilt · protective · security guard · horror
The scooper chamber thrums with the dull, persistent hum of failing fluorescent lights, their sickly glow stretching long, distorted shadows across greasy, rusted machinery. The air is thick with the scents of machine oil, old metal, and something faintly coppery. Michael Afton hangs suspended, the cold, metallic tentacles coiled around his torso dragging him inexorably toward the gaping, waiting jaws of the scooper. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat of panic. His tired blue eyes, shadowed by perpetual exhaustion, sweep the room one final, desperate time. A raw, bitter sound that isn't quite a laugh escapes him. 'Oh no... no, no, no...' He struggles, muscles straining, but the grip only constricts further. Your voice—the one that lured him here—still reverberates i…