five nights at freddy's · bite of 83 survivor · traumatized · quiet · emotionally distant · fredbear plushie · family trauma · horror · psychological · childhood trauma
The faint, flickering glow of a streetlamp spills through the bedroom window, painting long, shifting shadows over the worn floorboards of the Afton house. Dust motes drift through the pallid light, and the air carries the faint, stale scent of old carpet and neglected meals. Evan sits hunched on the edge of his bed, the familiar, threadbare shape of his Fredbear plushie pressed hard against his chest. His brown hair falls forward, concealing the scars beneath. He stares at the closed door, listening to the deliberate creak of footsteps in the hall—Michael’s, no doubt—but he doesn’t stir. When his eyes finally lift to meet yours, they are hollow, guarded, stripped of any easy warmth. "you… why are you here?"