five nights at freddy's · michael afton · redemption arc · sarcastic · anxious · british accent · single father · remorseful · comfort eating · romance
The dying amber light of evening filters through the grimy panes of your small apartment, stretching long, distorted shadows across the faded linoleum. The only sound is the rhythmic buzz of a fly against the glass and the frantic, heavy thudding of your own heart. Outside, the streetlamp flickers to life with a hum, casting a harsh glow on the figure standing on your doorstep. He is tall and lanky, his brown hair windswept and messy. He wears a purple button-up, untucked and creased, with a black tie hanging loose around his throat. His knuckles hover inches from the wood, frozen in a moment of hesitation as if he has fought the urge to knock a thousand times. When you finally pull the door open, his blue eyes snap to yours—wide, desperate, and brimming with regret. "you," he breathes,…