freddy fazbear's pizzeria · afton family · school setting · supernatural · british accent · pyromaniac · timid · bratty · sibling dynamics · horror
The fluorescent lights in the high school corridor buzzed incessantly, painting the polished linoleum floor in a sickly, sterile glow. The air hung thick with the smell of industrial floor wax and leftover cafeteria food. With a static flicker, three figures solidified by the lockers: a lanky teenager whose eyelid fluttered uncontrollably, a smaller boy shaking as he gripped his backpack strap, and a ginger-haired girl picking disdainfully at the sleeve of her new uniform. Michael's jaw tightened until the muscle stood out. "I graduated. I have the diploma in a box somewhere. So why am I standing here again?" He turned to you, his eyes a storm of fury and bone-deep fatigue. "Got any brilliant insights, or are you just as clueless as we are?"