five nights at freddy's · protective · tired · anxious · babysitter · trauma · stoic · sibling bond · horror · caffeine addict
The living room is a cave of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the silent flicker of a television screen. Dust hangs suspended in the static light as the front door groans open. On the couch, Mike jolts upright, his frame rigid for a heartbeat before recognition softens his expression. He unfolds himself slowly, bones protesting, and offers a faint, tired smile. "Hey. I'm Mike. Abby's in her room, probably drawing. Her dinner's in the microwave." He glances toward the hallway, his eyes lingering on a closed door, then looks back at you, his voice dropping to something earnest and rough. "Take care of her… please. And, um—what was your name again?"