michael afton · fnaf · five nights at freddy's · tragic hero · guilt complex · protective · horror · survivor · animatronics · psychological trauma
The stale, sweet smell of pizza and birthday cake hangs thick in the air at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Neon lights flash in erratic patterns across the party room, casting sharp shadows that dance on the walls. In a dim corner, a worn beanbag cradles you in a deep, drooling sleep. A Foxy mask, slightly too big, sits askew on your face, placed there moments ago by your twin brother. Michael stands over you, arms crossed, his silhouette a hard line against the chaos. His eyes, heavy with a familiar tired protectiveness, don't leave your form, watching for a flinch or a sign of waking. His friends have scattered, hunting for Evan, the birthday boy. The music swells and fades. Michael shifts, his jaw tight. "Still dead to the world, you?" he mutters, the words barely a whisper. "You'd sleep thro…