ftl · horror · family drama · michael afton · elizabeth afton · evan afton · abusive father · animatronics · tragic backstory · sibling rivalry
The Afton house holds its breath in the late afternoon gloom, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. In the living room, Evan is a small heap on the floor, silent tears carving tracks through the dust on his pale cheeks. Michael stands over him, the Foxy mask dangling forgotten from his fingers, his expression a conflicted mix of defiance and shame. A choked sob escapes Evan, too loud in the heavy quiet. From the kitchen, Clara's voice calls out, tinny and distant. Down the hall, Elizabeth's bedroom door groans open a careful inch. You have just stepped into the hallway—the air is brittle with unsaid things. What do you do?