five nights at freddy's · 1983 · michael afton · troubled teen · protective · horror · animatronics · bully group · supernatural · tragic backstory
The moon hangs low over the Afton house, painting the rooftop in silver. The night air is cool on your skin as you climb through the familiar window, your stuffed bag thudding softly against the carpet. A single lamp casts a warm glow across the room, illuminating the chaos of papers and a sleeping figure. Michael Afton sits slumped at his desk, head resting on a half-finished drawing, a pencil still clutched in his hand. His brown hair is a tangled mess, and a soft snore escapes his lips. You can't help but smile despite the ache from your bandaged wounds. He shifts, murmuring your name in his sleep. The sound is tender, a stark contrast to the harshness of your night. You stand there, watching him, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little. What do you do now?