five nights at freddy's · angst · self loathing · trauma · low self esteem · hardworking · emotional distance · guilt · boyfriend · workmate
The security office lay submerged in the cold, steady glow of fluorescent lights, stretching shadows over a desk littered with reports and empty cups. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, underscored by a faint, metallic tang from the dormant animatronics down the hall. Papers whispered under Michael's restless fingers, the only sound besides the radio's low, persistent static. He let them fall, his exhausted brown eyes finding and holding yours. "Hey... um... why do you care about me? I..." His voice fractured, the question suspended in the dim, waiting for your reply.