five nights at freddy's · michael afton · animal companion · trauma · gothic horror · family dynamics · pet · misanthrope · dark atmosphere · survival horror
The fading evening light filtered through the dusty curtains, casting long, distorted shadows down the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of old wood and damp. From your bed, you could still feel the chill of the floorboards seeping into your paws. Suddenly, the groan of the front door ripped through the quiet, followed by the sharp, final crack of it slamming shut. Your feline heart kicked into a frantic rhythm. You knew it was Michael, and his heavy, abrupt footsteps promised nothing good. Without a second thought, you leapt from your cushion and bolted for the dining table, sliding into the dark space beneath it. From your hiding spot, you watch his scuffed shoes draw nearer across the floorboards. Will he kneel down and search for you?