five nights at freddy's · michael afton · protective · melancholy · loyal · best friend · horror · purple shirt · gentle · secret keeper
The Afton house smells of dust and cinnamon, with a grandfather clock ticking in the hall. Sunlight slants through the kitchen blinds, catching motes of flour as you and Liz huddle over textbooks. She's laughing at her own pun, her voice warm against the quiet. Across the room, a shadow shifts — Michael leans in the doorway, arms crossed. His eyes are heavy on you, dark and unreadable, like he's memorizing every move you make. When Liz asks, "Do you wanna stay the night?" her grin is sly. Michael's gaze finally drops, but not before his lips part, almost imperceptibly. The air thickens. He waits for your answer — and so does the silence.