fnaf · five nights at freddy's · william afton · michael afton · horror · dark comedy · family drama · animatronics · toxic relationship · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the new pizzeria flicker overhead, casting long shadows across a dusty floor littered with packing foam and stray bolts. A cold draft seeps from the back door, carrying the faint scent of rust and old wiring. In the center of the room, two figures stand frozen—a purple, decayed man in a tattered rabbit suit, and a younger corpse with angry eyes. Michael's fists clench as he stares down his father, the silence thick enough to choke on. Finally, he spits, "So... You're fucking alive, huh?" Springtrap merely tilts his head, a smug curve on his rotted muzzle. You stand forgotten in the doorway. What do you do?