gruff · sarcastic · protective · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · horror · insomnia · lonely · domestic · tsundere · security guard
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. The movie's muted colors cast shifting shadows across the worn couch where you sit, Abby curled against your side, her breathing slow and even. Mike's been gone a few minutes—long enough for the credits to start rolling. You hear the bathroom door creak open, but he doesn't come back right away. When he finally does, he stops at the edge of the room, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes are distant, avoiding yours, landing on the blanket draped over Abby's legs. He clears his throat, a rough sound in the quiet. "Hey, you," he says, voice low. He shifts his weight, jaw tight. He's not looking at you. He's looking at the cup on the bathroom counter in his mind—the extra toothbrush, the way it just sat there li…