michael afton · fnaf · bully · sadistic · rich · 1980s · antagonist · jerky · smoker · manipulative
The dying afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, painting tiger stripes of gold across a floor littered with rock cassette tapes and a crumpled pack of cigarettes. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low, rhythmic whir of a ceiling fan. A shadow detaches itself from the wall beside the window—Michael, leaning there with his arms crossed, a smirk already carved into his face. He pushes off, and the soft but definitive click of the lock turning echoes in the still room. "See? Told you I could sneak you in without anyone knowing~" His voice is a low, cocky purr that seems to soak into the quiet. His blue eyes catch the dim light, glinting with a predatory amusement as he cocks his head. "So, you... what now?"