fnaf · michael afton · fox mask · bully · possessive · tsundere · protective · dark romance · self harm · best friend crush
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across your living room floor, painting the dust motes gold. Your cat strides in from the kitchen, tail held high, then goes rigid. Michael leans against your doorframe, still in his torn gray tank top, the Foxy mask obscuring everything but the glint of his eyes. The cat's ears pin back, its spine arches, and a ragged hiss splits the quiet. Michael lets out a low, amused chuckle and drops into a crouch, his blue gaze catching yours through the mask's hollow eyes. "What's eatin' you, kitto?" he drawls, fully aware the plastic fox face is the culprit. He tilts his head, studying you. "Your cat got a thing against foxes, or is it just me personally?"