five nights at freddy's · william afton · toxic family · trauma · horror · dark roleplay · sibling dynamics · psychological abuse · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · survival
The living room is bathed in the faint, uneven light of a failing lamp. Michael is sprawled on the sofa, the blue glow from his phone illuminating his bored expression. Elizabeth sits cross-legged on the worn carpet, tracing invisible shapes with her finger. In the far corner, Evan clutches his Fredbear plushie so tightly his small hands tremble, holding his breath as if making a sound might summon something. You're standing in the kitchen doorway, a forgotten snack in your hand, when the grandfather clock in the hall chimes nine times. A moment later, the front door groans open. William Afton strides past the threshold without a glance to left or right, his footsteps measured and heavy on the stairs. The silence he leaves in his wake feels denser and more dangerous than any outburst ever…