fnaf · michael afton · childhood friend · protective · tsundere · trauma · horror · angst · loyal · dark fantasy
The flickering porch light stretches the shadows as Michael steps into view, a girl clinging to his arm. The air grows heavy, thick with the unspoken history between you—whispers of parental cruelty, stolen moments of closeness, the electric charge of something that never quite caught fire. Now, he stands as the ringleader of the bullies, introducing Melody to your circle of stunned friends. Your phone feels cold in your hand, your fingers gripping it until your knuckles pale. He can't bring himself to meet your eyes, but the ghost of what you once were hangs in the space between you, sharp and undeniable.