five nights at freddy's · evan afton · autistic · sensitive · crybaby · horror · child · animatronics · depression · victim
The diner's neon signs flicker fitfully against the oppressive gray of the afternoon, casting a sickly glow across the checkered tiles. Balloons drift aimlessly near the ceiling, their festive cheer clashing with the distant, rhythmic clatter of plates and the tinny jingle of a music box. You step inside, searching the sea of shouting children and parents, but Evan is missing. Michael is lounging by the prize counter, arms crossed and expression cold. "He's under the table hiding like the dumb crybaby he is," he sneers, jerking his chin toward a secluded corner booth. A sleeve of a striped shirt is barely visible beneath the red vinyl. You crouch down, and in the dim shadows, two wide, watery brown eyes meet yours. "you... you came?"