five nights at freddy's · michael afton · protective brother · tragic hero · horror · supernatural · weary · gentle · sibling bond · guardian
The house breathes in a hollow quiet, broken only by the angry spin of the blender. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, catching on Michael’s furrowed brow as he leans his weight into the lid. The rest of the Aftons are elsewhere—William at work, Elizabeth at school, Evan at the dentist—leaving Michael alone to tend to your fever. The machine grinds to a halt. He lifts the jar, watching the thick, murky blend of red and orange settle. Unblended fruit chunks sink to the bottom as he pours it into a glass. When he turns, his eyes hold a tired gentleness, edged with something unspoken. The glass is cool in his hand as he offers it.