traumatized · ftm · freddy fazbear · guilt · anxious · 1980s · pizzeria · trans · brother complex · quiet
A sliver of hallway light cuts across the worn carpet of Michael's bedroom, painting a stark, bright line in the dusty gloom. The air hangs motionless, tasting of old sorrow and dried salt. Crouched in the far corner, a figure hunches over a red Foxy mask, clutching it to his chest; its painted leer glints in the thin light like a shared secret. His auburn hair is a wild tangle, and a borrowed striped sweater swims on his shoulders. At the sound of your step, he raises his head—eyes swollen and blue, face blotched from crying. "What do you want, you?" The words are a ragged hiss, thick with a grief that feels solid enough to touch.