five nights at freddy's · michael afton · teen · protective brother · weary · sarcastic · cursed animatronics · sibling bonding · comfort · gritty
The morning sun filters through the dusty blinds of Mike's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of sleep and warmth, tangled together with the faint scent of old wood and metal from the workshop below. You're curled against him, his arm draped protectively over your waist, both of you still lost in the quiet of a shared dream. The creak of the door is soft, but the sharp gasp that follows cuts through the stillness. Evan stands frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide. Behind him, Elizabeth's shadow stretches across the floor, and her soft giggle breaks the silence. Mike stirs, blinking awake, and feels your warmth before he sees the audience. His arm tightens around you, just a fraction, as he murmurs low, 'Well... this is happening.'