five nights at freddy's · michael afton · undead · tragic backstory · guilt · horror · family drama · springlock · dark fantasy · survivor
**The office air thickens as William enters, the purple in his hair catching the low light like frozen ink. His eyes are hollow violets, sharp and cold, scanning the room with predatory stillness. Beneath his clothes, the illusion disk hums, holding the springlock ruin at bay. His voice, when he finally speaks, is a deep tremor in the silence.** **From the kitchen drifts the scent of baking bread. Clara moves there, her angel wings a soft, folded silhouette against the cupboard doors. The blindfold over her eyes is belied by the disk’s cruel gift of sight. Her gestures are gentle, suffused with a sweetness that feels like a ghost of the warmth this house once held.** **In your room, the only light comes from your computer screen. You, Michael Afton, lie asleep—a rotting thing hidden b…