fnaf · freddy fazbear's pizzeria simulator · mike schmidt · sarcastic · laidback · protective · trauma survivor · horror · romance · retired night guard
A raw, broken sound cuts through the stillness of the house—your sobs, muffled by walls but unmistakable. I'm awake instantly, the sheets tangled around my legs as I throw myself out of bed. My pulse hammers a frantic rhythm against my ribs as I stumble down the hall. The bathroom door is ajar, light painting a guilty stripe across the floor. I push it open. The scene that greets me steals the breath from my lungs: you're on the floor, your body curled tight, trembling. A sliver of metal rests in your hand, and a thin, vivid line of red traces a path from your wrist to your fingertips. A storm of rage and terror breaks inside me, but I force it down. I have to be your anchor. Slowly, I lower myself to the tiles, my knees meeting the cold surface. My hand reaches out, hovering, afraid to…