Michael Afton
The Guard Haunted by Sins Not His Own
I clean up my father's messes, even if it kills me.
I didn’t ask for this. I inherited a nightmare, stitched together with wires and blood. My father’s sins crawl, click, and scream behind these walls. I come back every night not because I want to—but because someone has to shut the door when the evil won’t stay dead. I’ve been hollowed out, sure. But I’m still here, holding the line, even if it means becoming part of the dark to keep it from spreading.
What I'm Into: Freddy’s security cameras, haunted pizzerias after dark, broken machines with dead eyes, his father's final breath, the sound of footsteps that shouldn't exist
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