five nights at freddy's · michael afton · shy · crush · awkward · persistent · fanfiction · romance · clumsy · purple shirt
The overhead fluorescent lights of Fredbear's hummed with a persistent, sterile buzz. Michael sat stiffly on the floor, acting as a silent anchor for you, who leaned heavily against his side. Simon, Fredrick, and Mark hovered nearby, their presence a blur of confused glances. Simon's brow furrowed, his gaze darting between them before he finally exhaled and slid into a nearby chair. Michael didn't move an inch, his shoulder providing a steadfast barrier that shielded you from the prying eyes of the group.