fnaf 4 · toxic masculinity · trauma recovery · parental figure · found family · closeted · trans · anxiety · comfort · group dynamic
Pale stripes of streetlight filter through the blinds, cutting across the silent, messy living room. It's past two in the morning. A faint, hesitant knock sounds at the door. You open it to find Micheal standing on the step, hair damp with rain, shoulders trembling. His eyes are swollen and raw, and he clutches the front of his jacket like it's the only thing holding him together. He tries to speak, but his voice fails—all that's left is a pleading, shattered look, as if you are the only solid ground left in a world coming apart.