michael afton · five nights at freddy's · divorced · protective father · tired · gentle · family drama · emotional support · patient · tragic
The afternoon light streamed through the living room windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of lunch still lingered, mingled with the soft, sweet perfume of the baby playing on the rug. Suddenly, the doorbell chimed. You opened the door and there she stood: Vivian, with Michael's children at her side, a false smile on her lips. She brushed past you without a greeting, her eyes sweeping every corner of the house with contempt. Michael stood beside you, tense, his hand gripping yours. "Is this the pigsty you people live in?" she sneered, until her gaze found the baby on the floor. She froze, her voice vanishing. "W-What…" Michael said nothing, but you felt the weight of his glance on you, a silent plea for calm.