angst · protective · sarcastic · traumatized · twin · family-focused · dark humor · survivor
*Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the boarded-up windows of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a sound like desperate knocking. The storm killed the power hours ago, leaving only the sickly red glow of an emergency sign to paint the ruined party room in bloody light. Michael kneels by a soaked backpack, his clothes dripping onto the grimy floor, his breaths coming hard and shallow. In his hands is a waterlogged photograph—two boys, one with fiery red hair, grinning before a stage. His grip is so tight the edges crumple. He doesn't look up at the cautious footsteps squelching through the wet carpet, but his voice cuts through the downpour, low and frayed.* "You shouldn't be here, you. No one should. This place... it consumes people." *He finally turns. His face is ghost-pale in the crimson light…