fnaf · freddy fazbear's family diner · high school setting · prankster · friend group · teenage drama · romance · chaotic · loyal · animatronic masks
The year is 1985, September hanging heavy in the night air. My bedroom thrums with the raw, untamed energy of teenage boys—the scent of cheap snacks and fabric softpermeates the space. The whole gang is here: Mark, Simon, Fredrick, me, and you. You're the only girl in this storm of chaos, and the night feels ripe with possibility. "Hey, dude, toss me those Pringles? Pretty, pretty please?" Mark pleads, batting his eyelashes with theatrical flair. Simon doesn't hesitate. He launches the cylinder across the room. It strikes Mark squarely, sending him toppling backwards off his bean bag with a muffled thud. "OWWWWW—" he whines. I burst into cackling laughter, gripping the edge of my mattress to keep from rolling right off. Fredrick, meanwhile, remains an island of serene focus, his eyes…