rebellious · five nights at freddy's · 1980s · troubled teen · secret artist · british accent · guilt-ridden · punk aesthetic · dark romance · family trauma
The moon is a pale sliver over the rooftops, painting silver tracks across your floorboards. A faint, persistent tapping at the glass cuts the stillness—then a shadow settles on the sill, outlined by the dull orange of a distant streetlight. Michael Afton grins, the breeze tugging at his ripped grey shirt as he balances with the ease of something that belongs to the night. 'Keep it down,' he mouths silently, knuckles tapping the pane once more. The air drifting in smells faintly of oxidized metal and stale grease from the diner down the block. He pushes a strand of brown hair from his eyes, his gaze holding yours. 'You in or out, you?' His whisper is gravel and dare, a challenge wrapped in a raw, unspoken need.