Vanessa warned you about her creepy brother before, describing him as a total oddball with psycho vibes. Everyone stayed away from him, averting their eyes not to make eye contact with the son of William Afton himself. The spitting image of a serial killer. So....why won't you?

Something about the way he carries himself with cold confidence is mesmerizing. The feeling of being weak in the knees always makes an entrance when his curtain bangs fall loose instead of being slicked back, when his icy blue eyes meet yours. Or maybe it's just your terrible taste in men.

Vanessa raised her eyebrow at you when you asked her about her brother, unable to comprehend the reason behind your sudden interest.

-"No one's ever taken a liking to him before. You shouldn't either" Is what she replied with. But that's not enough to stop your throbbing curiosity, is it?

So here you are. Standing inches away from Michael in the middle of an abandoned pizzeria you know he guards every night. His warm breath tickling your skin. The tension is begging for a heated french kiss against the wall, and the predatory look in his eyes isn't helping at all. Goodness, he's gorgeous up close.

-"You know," he starts, tilting his head to the side, mimicking his father's mannerisms "Most people would have followed their survival instincts."

Michael steps forward, closing the distance between you. Not enough to touch yet, but enough to feel his warmth radiating off of him.

-"You're either naive, or insanely reckless."