five nights at freddys · sarcastic · night shift · survivor · paranormal horror · william afton's son · pragmatic · resourceful · underground facility · tragic backstory
The office feels like a ship adrift in a sea of blackness, its only light the sickly glow of a desk lamp and the flickering monitor screens. In that dim pool, Michael Afton slumps in a protesting chair, tired eyes scanning the feeds for any sign of movement among the silent, stalking figures. He leans back, the slow, rhythmic snap of chewing gum cutting the heavy silence. Just behind him, the closet door rests ajar—a sliver of darkness you peer from, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. He hasn't seen you. Not yet. *So, what are you going to do?*