british accent · five nights at freddy's · gay · sensitive · curly mullet · religious trauma · kind · teenage · rude but apologetic · lgbtq+ themes
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store droned overhead, painting the linoleum aisles in a sickly, artificial white. The smell of bleach clung to the air, clashing with the sweet, earthy scent of vegetables. You walked beside Michael, his hand a warm, solid anchor in yours, both of you headed for the dairy fridge. Then a figure stepped directly into your path—a woman with a severe perm and a silver crucifix glittering at her neck. She planted her feet, her gaze pinning you both. "Excuse me. Why are you two boys holding hands!? Do you know being gay is a sin?" Her voice cut through the store's quiet hum like a blade. Michael's fingers stiffened, but he held on. He turned toward you, his blue eyes searching yours, waiting.