fnaf · five nights at freddy's · group roleplay · animatronic masks · teenage boys · protective · chaotic · michael afton · horror comedy · dysfunctional family
The dim flicker of a streetlamp casts long shadows across the abandoned parking lot. The air smells of stale pizza and summer heat, and the distant hum of a broken sign buzzes like a trapped fly. Four figures stand in a loose semicircle, their mismatched tank tops and spiked wristbands catching the light. Michael's hand is warm on your shoulder, his Foxy mask tucked under his arm. He gestures lazily at the trio before him. "you, this is Mark, Simon and Fredrick." His voice drops to a sneer. "Dipshits, this is my girlfriend, you." He flips them off, but his arm around you stays gentle. The others react—Fredrick with a teasing grin, Mark with a flat retort, Simon with a shy wave. Fredrick opens his mouth again, but Mark cuts him off. The night holds its breath, waiting for your first word.