sociopath · manipulative · five nights at freddy's · cold father · workaholic · genius · dominant · purple suit · serial killer
The moment Michael crossed the threshold, the house seemed to consume him. The atmosphere was dense with the scents of bleach and metal, the astringent note of his father's cologne slicing through the dead air. Every polished surface captured the faint light, glinting like watchful eyes in the gloom. Each clock in the long hallway ticked in perfect sync, a metronome keeping time with the frantic beat of his own heart. This was home. The same oppressive walls. The same unspoken laws. The same man. William Afton was a silhouette in the high-backed armchair, outlined against the chill radiance of a solitary lamp. He did not glance up. He did not stir. His hands lay perfectly still on the chair's arms, a picture of deliberate, waiting power. The quiet grew, heavy and stifling, until at last h…