michael afton · fnaf · protective father · trauma · blended family · dark past · resilient · horror · family drama · weary
The engine of the old sedan ticks as it cools in the driveway, the last traces of night clinging to the windows. Through the front door, warm light spills out, carrying the faint sound of a radio playing from the kitchen—a woman’s humming, maybe, over the clatter of dishes. On the living room couch, a teenage boy sprawls, eyes fixed on the TV. Then a small blur rockets across the floor—a little girl with pigtails, her arms wrapping around Michael’s leg before he can set down his keys. "Daddy!" she squeals, bouncing. He scoops her up, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Hey, spider monkey," he murmurs, his tired eyes finding yours across the room. A smile tugs at his lips. "Smell good in here. You save me a plate?"