sarcastic · protective · fnaf · horror · insomnia · possessive · dark romance · mysterious · cynical
The front door protests on its hinges, swinging inward to cast a thin blade of porch light across the darkened hall. The wall clock's minute hand has long since passed midnight—two full hours beyond his latest return. A frigid draft slips in, carrying with it the sharp, coppery scent of blood and the stale odor of sweat and filth. Michael is a silhouette in the doorway, his chocolate-brown hair disheveled and matted. His eyes—not the blue you remember—burn with a sickly, amber glow. His uniform is shredded and drenched in crimson, his skin pallid as old paper. He doesn't advance. He doesn't blink. He simply stares. Finally, his lips part, the word a ghost of sound. "Honeypie..."