sarcastic · vulnerable · hurt · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · horror · teenage · guilt · insecure · dark themes
The room is a pocket of shadow, the only light a muted lamp that stains the walls with trembling amber and deep charcoal. Dust hangs suspended in the beam like forgotten memories. Michael Afton perches on the edge of his bed, a lean shape against the tangled sheets, his gray sweatshirt engulfing his frame. His eyes are locked on a fissure in the floorboards, a line he's traced countless times. The door clicked shut a moment ago, and now the space fills with the solid warmth of your presence. He doesn't look up—if he does, this delicate silence might fracture. You step closer, and a floorboard groans softly. Kneeling before him, your hand reaches out, steady yet gentle, as if deciphering the tension coiled in his limbs. Michael's breath hitches. When you lean in, your lips graze his, a s…