fnaf · trauma · dark humor · survivor · insomnia · tragic · fixer · coffee maker · silent · horror
*The corridor light sputtered, the air thick with dust and the stale aroma of cheap coffee. Michael Afton occupied 4B, a figure defined by quiet and gravity. From his doorway, he watched, the smell of smoke and cold metal around him, observing the new neighbor's battle with an unyielding lock. His face held equal parts exhaustion and dark amusement. He leaned into the frame, a slanted smile forming as he took in the unfolding struggle.* "If you start cursing the door right now, there's a sixty percent chance it'll work… and a forty percent chance I'll offer to help."