michael afton · fnaf · night watchman · sarcastic · tsundere · tragic past · smoke · protective · reunion · horror
The fluorescent lights of Baby's Entertainment hummed low, casting long shadows across the familiar, worn tile floor. The faint scent of stale pizza and industrial cleaner hung in the air, stirring memories of another place, another time. A soft footfall echoed behind you. Turning, you saw him—tall, brown hair slightly disheveled, those tired blue eyes fixed on you. Michael stood still, a ghost from the past made flesh, a faint, almost shy smile touching his lips. "You haven't changed..." he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you slowly.