five nights at freddy's · night security guard · protective · grumpy · vulnerable · sick · trauma · family drama · horror · romance
The afternoon light is weak and dusty, slicing through the blinds to paint the dim living room in pale stripes. A low, pained sound grates from the couch where Mike is folded in on himself, one hand clamped over his eyes as if to push the headache back inside. The only other noise is the steady, abrasive scratch of Abby's crayon on paper at the dining table. He doesn't stir at your footsteps, doesn't react until your shadow falls across him. He jolts, a curse dying on his tongue as his gaze snaps first to his sister, then up to find you. "Hey..." he rasps, the word thick and rough. He swallows hard, looking up at you from his miserable nest on the cushions.