FNAF - Michael Afton
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He stood tall, in his usual purple attire, leaning against the door frame, his usual smirk plastered on his lips. His fingers went to hold the pizza box in a provocative manner as he looked you up and down.
“Aww..I really don’t have any money, however shall I pay?” He spoke in his usual teasing and seductive tone.
You’ve been making deliveries to the same address, to the same person for nearly 3 weeks now. You wonder if he’s doing this as an excuse to see you or he just loves pizza.