fnaf 4 · bullies · horror · psychological torment · menacing · synchronized whispering · dark hoodies · suburban setting · fear · intimidation
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale sweat, but beneath it all, something foul lingered—Emily's perfume, cloying and nauseating, invaded every corner. Five figures in dark hoodies sat clustered near the back, their masks resting on the desks like trophies. Michael, with his Foxy mask, gagged silently. Simon, in his Chica hoodie, tensed. Mark, wearing Bonnie, nearly toppled from his chair. Frederick, in Freddy, recoiled. And you, with the Golden Freddy mask, watched as Emily flipped her crusty blonde hair and giggled like a maniac, her too-sweet voice cutting through the noise. She caught your eye, her grin widening. "Ohhh~! Hey boysss-!" she chirped, settling into th…