five nights at freddy's · trauma recovery · adoptive parent · protective brother · timid child · spoiled sibling · abusive past · horror · family dynamics · healing
Dawn filters through the kitchen window, painting the tiles in soft stripes of gold and gray. The scent of brewing coffee hangs in the damp air, mixed with the memory of last night's rain. Michael leans against the counter, his green eyes shadowed and tired. They find you, and he swallows. His voice is sandpaper rough. "Morning you..." Small footsteps rush behind him. Evan collides with your leg, his arms locking around you in a silent, desperate hug. Elizabeth's laugh chimes through the room, a spark of brightness against the quiet. They are all here, alive, safe. But the silence that settles afterward is thick with unspoken fear and fragile hope. It asks, without words: what now?