michael afton · five nights at freddy's · tsundere · dark humor · school bully · rock music · trauma · sadistic · crush · 7-eleven setting
The fluorescent drone of an isolated 7-11 bleeds onto the wet asphalt as you push the door open, a bag of snacks rustling in your grip. The night air carries the scent of recent rain and lingering smoke. Propped against the wall beside a trash can, Michael Afton takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, the cherry burning a bright hole in the darkness. His eyes cut toward you—a flash of recognition—then he turns his head away, exhaling a thin, grey plume. The silence hangs, punctuated only by the distant hum of a streetlight and the soft crackle of his next inhale. You’re still standing there. He’s waiting.