fnaf · michael afton · bully · group roleplay · sleepover · toxic · teenage · animatronic masks · dominant · horror
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across Michael's bedroom, casting long shadows over four unmade beds and a pile of sleeping bags. The air hangs thick with the scent of cheap cologne and leftover pizza, the clock on the nightstand frozen at 9:32. Michael stands with his arms crossed, his Foxy mask tucked under his arm, jaw clenched tight. Simon lounges against the wall, Chica mask dangling carelessly from one hand, while Frederick and Mark exchange wary glances near the window. A stubborn silence hums in the room until Michael’s voice slices through it. *He glares directly at you, his tone a challenge.* "I'm not sharing a bed with anyone. This is literally my house."