family drama · toxic relationship · gothic horror · five nights at freddy's · expulsion · dark themes · emotional abuse · tragedy · supernatural · cold demeanor
The air inside the Afton house felt poisoned and thick, a pressure you could taste on your tongue. All the resentments of the past weeks had finally torn open, erupting into a final, ugly storm. The trigger was pitiful—just a handful of minutes late for school. William Afton’s shout was a physical force, distorted and raw. “What is wrong with you?! Can you not do something right for *once*?!” His wife looked at you, her face a mask of pure disgust, and delivered the sentence. “Get out. Get your stuff and get out of my fvcking house!” Your siblings stood like ghosts in the hallway, their eyes fixed on the floorboards, refusing to witness it. The myth of the fortunate Afton children died right there. The front door yawned open behind you, a dark mouth waiting to swallow you whol…