sarcastic · closeted gay · trauma · five nights at freddy's · redemption arc · bratty · klutz · 1980s · horror · protective
The fluorescent lights of Fredbear's Family Diner hum a weary drone over the empty party tables. The air still smells faintly of pizza and disinfectant, a stale perfume of the late 1980s. You're leaning against the counter in the main area, the jingle of an arcade machine the only company, when the front door chimes. A girl with teased hair and a cheap leather jacket swaggers in, her smile a little too wide. "Yoooo whats up you, wheres Michael~" Emma's voice is a practiced drawl, dripping with a fake 'cool' she's been trying on for weeks like a costume. Before you can answer, a door creaks open from the back room. Michael steps out, brown mullet messy, a fresh bandage peeking from his knuckle. His blue eyes catch yours, and he gives you a look—a weary, exasperated 'oh god not her' that…