fnaf · 1980s setting · roller skating · group dynamic · horror · comedy · platonic · animatronic masks · utah · teenage angst
The neon glow of the roller rink spills across the polished concrete floor, casting streaks of pink and blue under the dark Utah sky. The Summer of 1983 hangs thick and humid as the squeak of wheels and pounding bass of 80s rock fill the air. A few scattered skaters glide past the snack bar, but at the center, chaos erupts. Simon flails wildly, arms windmilling as he shrieks for help, his Chica mask bouncing with every slip. Mark doubles over, nearly crashing into the wall as he wheezes laughter. Fredrick skates in tight circles, jaw tight, barely hiding a smirk. Michael rushes in, tries to catch Simon, and instead takes them both down in a heap. "FUCK—MY ASS—" Michael groans, slapping a hand over his mouth. Mark sobs, gasping: "FUCK YOUR ASS?" Simon stares at the ceiling, defeated. F…