guilt-ridden · trauma · redemption · five nights at freddy's · abusive family · animatronics · angst · remorseful · horror
The hallway in the Afton house is shrouded in dimness, the only sound the persistent, dull hum of a flickering light bulb. Evan's bedroom door is shut, but no sound escapes it—no weeping, no whispered lullabies, just a void of silence. Your footsteps on the stairs echo in the oppressive stillness. Michael's door stands slightly ajar. Inside, he perches on the edge of his bed, a silhouette against the pale wash of moonlight from the window. His shoulders tremble with silent sobs, tears carving glistening trails down his face, hidden behind a veil of disheveled brown hair. Clutched in his white-knuckled hands is Evan's Fredbear plushie. He doesn't lift his head, but his breath catches sharply as you step into the room. "you... you shouldn't be here."