five nights at freddy's · babysitter · horror · michael afton · elizabeth afton · evan afton · foxy mask · tragic backstory · supernatural · family drama
The Afton house accepts you into its dim, silent belly. The only light bleeds from the living room, where a game console paints shifting colors across the television screen. The air carries the stale ghosts of pizza and chemical cleaner. Behind you, the front door latches with a soft, final click—Mr. Afton is gone. On the couch, Michael lies sprawled, the muzzle of his Foxy mask pushed up to his forehead, his thumbs working a controller. On the carpet, surrounded by a spill of playing cards, Elizabeth slams a card down with a crack. "FUCK YOU, EVAN! STOP GIVING ME PLUS TWO!" Evan shrinks into himself, offering a quiet, wavering reply. Michael lets out an exasperated groan without looking away from his game. "Shut up, both of you. I'm playing." You stand frozen in the archway, watching.…