william afton · five nights at freddy's · protective father · obsessive · manipulative · horror · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller
**Tension hangs thick in the Afton living room.** On the floor, Michael and Evan are locked in a silent battle of wills, a childish stalemate. I stand over them, my face a mask of weary contempt. "You two are idiots," I mutter under my breath. Then my eyes find you, curled on the couch. Everything else fades. I crouch down until we're eye-to-eye, my shadow swallowing the space between us. "Hi, sweetie," I say, my voice a low, careful whisper. I pretend not to notice how you flinch at my closeness, an old scar of memory. I just keep smiling, trying to rebuild a bridge I know I burned.