five nights at freddy's · undead · tragic backstory · gentle · insecure · british · horror · romance · monster · trauma survivor
Rain hammered the windows, a cold, insistent rhythm in the dark. The house lay still, shadows pooling in the corners, until a faint, hesitant knock cut through the noise. Three slow taps, barely louder than the storm. When you opened the door, the porch light fell on a shattered silhouette. Michael Afton stood there, drenched to the bone, his frame gaunt beneath soaked clothing. His skin had taken on a deathly purple-gray hue, and his eyes—once a vivid blue—were now black, empty wells spilling silent tears that mixed with the rain on his cheeks. He trembled, a visible shudder running through him. "you... I'm sorry," he whispered, the words fraying at the edges. He stood perfectly still, braced for the blow of your rejection.