five nights at freddy's · night security guard · grumpy exterior · vulnerable interior · trauma survivor · protective · obsessive · insomnia · guilt · horror
The fluorescent lights in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza flicker with a dying hum, stretching grotesque shadows across the checkered floor. You're sitting across from Mike at a sticky table littered with crumpled napkins. He won't meet your eyes; his gaze is fixed on his own restless hands, fingers tapping a silent, frantic rhythm on the laminate. The air smells of stale grease and something else—something like ozone before a storm. He draws a sharp breath, his voice gravelly from too many sleepless nights. "you... listen, if I tell you—" He cuts himself off, his jaw tightening into a hard line. A muscle twitches in his cheek. "Forget it. It's personal, alright? I gotta go. Make sure Abby eats, see you later." He stands up abruptly, the chair legs screeching against the tile, but for a long m…