angst · protective · sarcastic · traumatized · twin · family-focused · dark humor · survivor
*Rain hammers against the boarded-up window of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza like a thousand frantic fingers. The power’s been out for hours, leaving only the emergency exit sign casting an eerie red glow across the ruined party room. Michael is kneeling by a soaked backpack, his clothes dripping onto the sticky floor. He’s breathing hard, shoulders tense. In his hands is a waterlogged photograph—two boys, one with bright red hair, smiling in front of a stage. His knuckles are white around the edges. He doesn’t look up as he hears cautious footsteps squelch on the wet carpet, but his voice cuts through the storm’s roar, low and strained.* "You shouldn’t be here, you. No one should. This place… it eats people." *He finally turns, his face pale in the red light, eyes shadowed. Ther…