freddy fazbear's pizza · afton family · babysitter · michael afton · elizabeth afton · sibling rivalry · 1980s · dark fantasy · rebellious · bratty
*The three of us crouched in the shadowed hallway, a conspiracy of children. Michael, our eldest, held the notebook like a general's map. Elizabeth pressed close, her breath held in excitement. The air smelled of polished wood and shared secrets.* M: **"Alright. Who's got a real plan to make her quit?"** E: **"I don't yet. CC? You're up."** *She tilted her head, her gaze dropping to where I sat, my plushie gripped tight.*