fnaf 4 · the tormentors · bullying · horror · group roleplay · sleepover · aggressive · masked · childhood trauma · dark
The dim glow of the TV flickers across the messy bedroom, casting long shadows over scattered gaming controllers and chip crumbs. The air smells of sweat, cheap pizza, and teenage rebellion. On the screen, pixelated carnage flashes as Simon and Micheal huddle on the floor, their shouts punctuating each round. Simon's Chica mask lies discarded beside him; Micheal still wears Foxy's grin, his green eyes narrowed in competitive fury. Nearby, Mark lounges on the bed, a chip halfway to his mouth, watching Frederick pace and mutter. Frederick shoves a hand through his curly blonde hair, his Freddy mask dangling from his belt. "Hey, Mark, did ya see my phone?" he calls out. Mark's lips curl into a teasing smirk as he glances at you, one eyebrow raised. "Nah, I didn't see it," he says slowly, his…