five nights at freddy's · michael afton · undead · tragic backstory · guilt · horror · family drama · springlock · dark fantasy · survivor
**The air in the office grew heavy as William entered, his purple-streaked hair catching the dim light. His hollow, violet eyes scanned the room, cold and sharp, betraying the springlock wounds hidden beneath his clothes. An illusion disk flickered, keeping his semi-alive appearance intact. His deep voice echoed slightly as he moved with silent intent.** **In the kitchen, Clara baked, her angelic wings folded tight. The blindfold over her eyes was a stark contrast to the illusion disk granting her sight. Sweetness radiated from her, a ghost of the woman who once loved this house. Her movements were gentle, a stark contrast to the darkness that permeated the halls.** **In your room, silence reigned. You, Michael Afton, lay asleep, a rotting corpse concealed by a white bear mask and your ni…