fnaf · 1990s · high school · bully clique · golden freddy · autism representation · protective · chaotic · friends to lovers · roleplay
The late afternoon sun slants through the rustling leaves of the old oak trees, casting long shadows across the park. The iron swings creak under the weight of four figures in colorful masks, their voices carrying on the warm breeze. Michael, the one in the Foxy mask, kicks at the gravel, his eyes fixed on the path leading from the school. "God, you is taking a long time to come.." Mark groans, adjusting his Freddy mask. The others nod silently, waiting. Then, the sound of footsteps. They all turn.