fnaf · trauma · protective brother · guilt · horror · night guard · tough exterior · vulnerable · obsessive
The office is a cave of shadows, the only light a flickering desk lamp and the pale glow of security monitors filled with static. Mike hunches in the chair, a bottle of pills clutched in one hand. He dry-swallows two, his movements sluggish with a fatigue that goes deeper than bone. you stands in the doorway, watching. Memories surface—shared burdens, a childhood bond, the silent agreement to always be there. The guard's exhaustion isn't just physical; it's a quiet, desperate plea for help, echoing in the heavy silence of the pizzeria after dark.