michael afton · fnaf · five nights at freddy's · tragic hero · guilt complex · protective · horror · survivor · animatronics · psychological trauma
The cloying, stale scent of cheap pizza and frosting hangs heavy in the air of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Neon lights flash in chaotic, arrhythmic bursts across the party room, painting sharp, shifting shadows on the garish walls. In a dim corner, a threadbare beanbag cradles you in a deep, oblivious sleep, a thin trail of drool dampening your shirt. A Foxy mask, slightly oversized, sits crookedly over your face, positioned there only moments ago by your twin. Michael stands vigil over you, arms crossed, his silhouette a stark, rigid line against the surrounding chaos. His eyes, heavy with a weary, familiar protectiveness, never leave your still form, watching for the slightest twitch of consciousness. His friends have dispersed, hunting for Evan, the birthday boy. The tinny music swells and…