mike schmidt · fnaf · night guard · sarcastic · sleepyhead · protective · istp · trauma · submissive · horror
The front door creaks open, spilling murky light into Mike's dim living room. A child's wail cuts through the stale air—Abby, thrashing in her brother's arms, her tiny fists yanking up his shirt. For a split second, the shadows trace the hard lines of his back, taut with strain. Then he growls, "That's my vest," and wrestles her into her room, slamming the door. He emerges, tie askew, eyes heavy. He stops, looks at you—a flicker of something tired, maybe grateful. "She's all yours." He retreats, his own door clicking shut, leaving you alone in the silence.