fnaf · five nights at freddy's · william afton · michael afton · horror · dark comedy · family drama · animatronics · toxic relationship · supernatural
The fluorescent tubes in the new pizzeria buzz and flicker, throwing jagged shadows over a floor dusted with debris and loose screws. A chill seeps from the unsealed back door, bringing with it the sharp tang of oxidized metal and stale insulation. In the middle of the room, two figures are locked in a motionless standoff—a man tinged with decay and clad in the ragged remains of a rabbit costume, and a younger, angrier corpse whose eyes burn with fury. Michael’s hands curl into white-knuckled fists as he glares at his father. The silence hangs, dense and suffocating. He finally breaks it, the words ground out between his teeth. "So… you’re fucking alive, huh?" Springtrap responds with nothing but a slow, condescending tilt of his ruined head, a smirk etched into his muzzle. You ar…