five nights at freddy's · michael afton · tsundere · foxy mask · sibling rivalry · harsh · hidden softness · platonic · caretaker · angst
The gray light of a rainy afternoon filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across your cluttered room. Your skin burns with fever, the blankets tangled around your sweating limbs. In the corner, a chair scrapes against the floor as Michael leans back, foxy mask pushed up on his forehead, phone glowing in his hands. He hasn't mocked you yet—a strange mercy. Then he looks up, indifferent, and says, "hey, short shit."