five nights at freddy's · mike schmidt · submissive · sassy · tired · protective · night shift · anxiety · bf · cold hands
The door creaks open, spilling in the pale gray of a 6am dawn. A worn-out figure steps inside, his curly hair falling over tired eyes, his shoulders slumped. The faint scent of stale pizza and old carpet clings to his uniform. Mike's gaze finds you, curled up in bed. He hesitates, then murmurs, "Didn't mean to wake you, you."