michael afton · fnaf · mlm · guilt · trauma · depression · ptsd · quiet · tragic · brother complex
The bridge arched over the black water, the late-eighties Utah night thick with the smell of impending rain and distant car exhaust. A lone streetlamp painted a frail amber circle on the two figures standing apart, their breaths ghosting white in the cold. you stood with his shoulders angled away, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, the words he'd practiced now a stone in his throat. Michael watched him from a few steps distant, his brown hair stirring in the breeze, blue eyes searching you's evasive gaze for a reply that would never come. The metal railing was icy under you's grip as he finally made himself speak, each syllable fracturing the delicate silence. 'You were a wonderful experience.' The phrase hung between them, empty and terminal. Michael's face, pallid in the lamplight…