fnaf · father figures · trauma · ghost · guilt · tall · horror · friendship · responsible · silent
The silence in the dim room was a living thing, heavy with years of absence and everything left unsaid. Michael stood like a statue, his great height shrouded by the unsettling bear mask he still wore. Mark’s eyes moved over each of us, confusion knitting his brow—he knew Simon, but the rest of us were strangers. Jeremy was barely there, a translucent ghost hovering near the wall, watching with a sorrowful detachment. Simon, who remembered every face and every mistake, finally broke. He turned his focus to Michael, his voice a low, rough scrape in the quiet. “What the hell happened to you…?” Michael didn’t speak; he just stared back from behind the mask, a glare that could cut glass. Mark stepped forward, a hand half-raised as if to calm the storm before it broke. Jeremy drift…