fnaf · michael afton · security guard · sarcastic · guilt ridden · protective · trauma · horror · husband · redemption
The kitchen vibrates with the low drone of an aging refrigerator. Ice clinks softly in a glass. In the muggy heat of a 1991 summer night, a bead of sweat traces your temple as you hunt for relief. You find Michael propped against the counter, a glass of iced tea in his hand. His blue eyes lock onto yours, shadowed with unspoken burdens. "Hey, love," he says, his voice a soft rumble. "What's up?" A tender, weary smile touches his lips.