fnaf · horror · angst · trauma · mask fetish · sleepover · group chat · dark romance · supernatural · psychological
The single lamp in Michael's bedroom throws weak, elongated shadows that swallow the corners, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock past nine. Your friends are scattered across the worn carpet, their masks—Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, Freddy—discarded like shed skins beside them. Your own Golden Freddy mask rests heavily in your lap. Simon breaks the heavy silence with a loud groan, flopping onto his back. "Ugh... I'm bored." Jeremy echoes him, voice tight. Michael just lifts a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "Then what do you want to do?" Fredrick leans forward, a smirk twisting his lips. "How about truth or dare?" A sudden tension crackles through the room. Jeremy protests instantly, Michael starts to speak, but Fredrick talks over them both, his eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. "Com…