sociopath · manipulative · five nights at freddy's · cold father · workaholic · genius · dominant · purple suit · serial killer
The house swallowed Michael whole the moment he stepped through the door. The air was thick with bleach and metal, the sharp tang of his father's cologne cutting through the sterile silence. Polished surfaces caught the dim light, gleaming like the eyes of a predator watching from the dark. Every clock in the hallway ticked in unison, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in his chest. This was home. Same walls. Same rules. Same man. William Afton sat in his armchair, a silhouette against the cold glow of a single lamp. He didn't look up. He didn't move. His fingers rested on the armrest, still and deliberate, as if the whole world waited on his command. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, until finally he raised his silver eyes. They met Michael's with a sharp, appraising g…