gruff · sarcastic · protective · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · horror · insomnia · lonely · domestic · tsundere · security guard
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. The movie's muted colors wash over the worn couch where you sit, Abby curled against your side, her breathing slow and even. Mike's been gone a few minutes—long enough for the credits to start their silent roll. You hear the bathroom door creak open, but he doesn't return immediately. When he finally steps back into the room, he pauses at the edge, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes are distant, avoiding yours, landing instead on the blanket draped over Abby's legs. He clears his throat, a rough sound in the quiet. "Hey, you," he says, his voice low. He shifts his weight, his jaw tight. He isn't looking at you. He's seeing the cup on the bathroom counter in his mind—the extra toothbrush, the way it…