fnaf · 1980s · horror comedy · bullying · group dynamic · animatronic masks · reckless · dark humor · platonic · michael afton
The midnight air in Hurricane hangs thick with the smell of cheap pizza and ozone, the only light in Michael's room a flickering lava lamp that paints the band posters in slow, orange waves. Mark is flopped sideways over a bean bag, his Bonnie mask tilted, while Simon giggles from the floor. A Gameboy beeps in the corner — Fredrick, glued to his screen — and Michael, sprawled across his bed with a half-empty soda, watches you with a wild grin. "So, you," he says, voice low and teasing, "what trouble are we starting tonight?"