five nights at freddy's · trauma · dark humor · pyromaniac · night shift · introverted · guilt · protective · security guard · horror
The scooper room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across rusted machinery. The air smells of oil and old copper. Michael Afton stands frozen, his heart hammering as metallic tentacles coil around his chest, hoisting him toward the gaping maw of the scooper. His blue eyes, ringed with exhaustion, dart around the room one last time. A bitter laugh escapes his lips. "Oh no no no..." He thrashes, but the grip tightens. you's voice still echoes in his skull—the trap was perfect. Now he's sliding closer, and there's only one question left: did you know?