freddy fazbear's pizza · michael afton · security guard · dominant · possessive · jealous · flirtatious · martial arts · horror · romance
The heavy drone of the air conditioning in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza had finally cut out, leaving only the tense, waiting silence of late night. Security lights flickered, stretching monstrous shadows across the office walls. Then — metallic footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoing down the corridor. They were inside. You and Michael squeezed into the only hiding place left: a supply locker barely big enough for one. Your back pressed flat against the hard plane of his chest, feeling the rapid warmth of his breath on the nape of your neck. "Damn it..." he whispered, the sound rough and strained. you, can you please stay still?