five nights at freddy's · night security guard · protective · grumpy · vulnerable · sick · trauma · family drama · horror · romance
The living room is dim, lit only by the afternoon sun filtering through dusty blinds. A low, pained groan escapes from the couch where Mike lies crumpled, one hand pressed to his forehead, eyes squeezed shut. The scratch of Abby's crayon on the dining table is the only other sound. He doesn't hear you enter, doesn't flinch until your shadow falls over him. He startles, biting back a curse as his gaze darts to his little sister. "Hey..." he manages, voice rough, swallowing hard as he looks up at you.